We float in a world full of material.

[imrihamun]

Dance class last tuesday. Tiny dance instructor, the kind who's just built small and short and has long dark greying hair and is a yoga/dance instructor in her 50s, the kind of person who might teach jewelry making or some other sort of handcraft. She's trying to describe this one snake-like belly dance move (shoulders go forward first, then the rest follow in an S shape) and she says that back when she did line dancing, there was this one guy who was really good at doing pretty much the same thing. And she says, jokingly, that she'd like to kidnap him and teach him belly dance.

So, yeah, reminded me of some fic I've been reading lately.