Watching her dance, moving like
liquid to that
simple beat, I see in her the
confidence that I always thought she so
desperately lacked and deserved. It would seem that in
letting the music take a handle upon her, she has finally
forgotten the rest of the
world. She has finally
let go.
Her feet move, stepping
precisely as
her hips twist, and I can almost see the
tethers unwinding from her body.
She glides through the darkened room, alone. Her
dress flows behind the movements of her
arms and
torso, like a brief and shimmering
vapor trail. And finally,
when the tethers have all pulled free, it is not she that floats away from the world, but the world that
drops away beneath her
feet. Until it is just her,
dancing to the
music, and of course she is confident. There is only her and the music, and they are
one and the same. There is no one to be worried or
self-conscious about. Not even me,
standing in the doorway and smiling, laughing to myself at
this incredible mystery that is woman.