She closed her eyes and felt the music.

His hands were on her back and they led her with strength and ease.

She could feel her dress swish around her. A loose tendril of hair fell across her face.

She barely cared.

He dipped her low for a fall and she threw her head back. She could feel her thigh muscles tighten and her back stretch out.

She never opened her eyes. She never let her weight fall.

The music increased in tempo and her feet increased in pace.

She felt a light throbbing in her toes.

And she smiled.

Spin, spin, spin.

She could feel her heart racing. She could feel the blood flow to her cheeks. She felt a drop of sweat trickle down her back.

As the music slowed, she anticipated his next move.

As expected, he pushed her back, brought her close and dipped her low.

She stayed in that position as the music faded out, savouring each beat.

And then she opened her eyes.

She looked up at the twinkling lights above her. White, blue and green.

And as they made slow swirling patterns above her, she stared. Mesmerized.

And she thanked God. For giving her feet.