I miss dance. I was just rereading one of my college supplements about it, and my heart sunk. I hate that competitions get cancelled, I hate that groups break up, and I hate that I haven’t been on the dancefloor in a while. Right about now we’d be choreographing in a basement, right about now we’d be practicing for our competitions, and right about now, my body would be taking over for my mind, and I’d be in the best place on earth. Garba is now over, and once a week isn’t enough dance for me, I need my escape back. Now.
This was a while ago, but I remember the excitement, the preparation, and the movement like it was yesterday. My safe haven.