The benefit of this was, of course, that I got to drive 280 going southbound at around 10:45 pm. My favorite moment is when you come around that bend, just as 85 merges, and if you glance to the left (very quickly, of course), you see a thousand bulbs of light gleaming, scattering up to dark mountains. The sky here is never black either, it turns only a velvety deep shade of blue-black. And before it all, shining specters of clouds, whispering.
Dancing makes me so happy. I feel myself progressing and becoming stronger, more sure of myself. And with each step, literally, I bring myself closer to the rare moments when the world drops away and there is only music and partner and dancing. Still far, but within reach, now. It's amazing what having a good coach can encourage you to become.
Well, this little town falls silent, and I must fall to sleeping. Tomorrow: Spice Girls concert!!!