I feel enlivened so many moments of so many days. I’m often most alive when I’m salsa dancing with a dance partner on a smooth wood floor, with a live band swingin’ so hard that I can hear nothing but horns and the clave. This year, one particular dancing moment lit me on fire (despite the bitter cold of the day). It was this one:
February. Cold outside. Boulder, Colorado. St. Julien Hotel gazebo. Listening to trombones and timbales forcing their way out of pitiful iPhone speakers. Staff inside the hotel is watching, curious. Shane snapping photo after photo after photo. Dancing alone.
Photo credit: The incredible Shane Rich.