I came to tango tonight to smile and to laugh with new friends. Some of us are progressing quite quickly. I try not to think of the progress but of the process of dancing.
     As I moved around the floor, guided by a learning leader, I laughed as the familiarity I had felt last week revealed itself to me. As I listened to the music, as I moved backwards through it, I became five all over again...
     Musical chairs...
     When you were little, did you have a secret love? Did you walk around the chairs to that music? Only one chair left, there could only be one winner. Did you secretly wish you'd land on his lap?
     We tried a new step at the end of our lessons. I was lost. Tango made me sad -- it taunted me a little. To lose step with tango struck me with longing. I missed the partner who still had not come for me.
     There is no sadder dance to dance than the tango when your heart belongs only to yourself. And yet, I am not afraid to dance.