giddy anticipation

dear diary,

dancing to fresedo at the practica with a favorite leader, i become aware that we are listening and interpreting IN THE SAME WAY. i know, at the same time that he does, what he wants. i am smiling. then, a passage builds to what i believe must be an inevitable boleo. i wait with giddy anticipation, "will he won't he will he won't he..." and then, a subtle change of momentum, he leads a gentle boleo...

every step occupies my entirety. in my best moment, i don't remember the past, nor do i know the future. i love dancing with him because i know him, because he knows me, because we know the music, and because i know he can (and he does) surprise me, any time, any step.

delicious!