Treasure What You Have

It's a blue and white day. Hills are still frosted with snow and ice. Sunny places are green. The sky is the wonderful clear blue from Super Mario Bros. that you remember fondly during the hazy summertime, when blue skies are more gray with heat. Every surface is wet and reflective. There is a suncat sparkling wherever you turn, leaving purple after-images on your retinas when you close your eyes. Sun and puddles.

My new gold Latin shoes are comfortable and beautiful, complimenting the all-black ensemble of modal top and tight flared dance pants I wore to advanced samba last night. So what if I was a little bit hot and ended up rather sweaty after dragging my partner (maybe 100 lbs. heavier than I) around 20 reverse turns.

I look forward to spending my evening with C.J. Cherryh's Cuckoo's Egg and a mug of hot chocolate, followed by Frank Sinatra crooning in my ear about the girl from Ipanema as I jog my Wednesday five-miler.