Today the weather is perfect...74 degrees, not too humid, slight breeze, sunny sky.

As I was driving home from a meeting at a coffee shop Laura and I rolled the windows down and stuck our arms out.  The air was so smooth as my arm moved through it.  Although I felt the resistance of the air, my arm cut right through...I imagined that if you could see air there would be a ribbon cut through it by my arm all the way down State Street.

I realized I missed this feeling.  

I miss dancing.

I thought I would miss the expression that dancing provides...and I do.  But I'm beginning to miss the feeling of moving around in space; rearranging the air. I always imagine while I'm dancing that my body can emit this color in the air that lingers for just a while after I've danced there so this pattern of colors fills every space that I've occupied on the stage.  It can change colors, and it only lasts as long as I want it to...sometimes I can shoot it outside of me like a laser, sometimes it's sparkly .  I just like the feeling that I have affected the space.

I miss leaving those colors around.  

In other news, I'm choreographing for a concert this year...SO excited!