I love it when time slips away and the words curl off my fingers. I love how the feelings ferment like a fine wine, how they bubble and tickle as they bounce. There's an edge to the movements, a thoughtful balance of magic and motion, a sure way to the answers to questions you haven't yet thought to ask. There's a surety in this dance, a clarity that comes right in the middle, taking your breath along with your audacity to marvel. You think to call the moment ordinary but you know better than that. Ordinary is the word for the dark side of the moon, the flip side of the light that's always leading you home.