"The feet may learn the steps, but only the spirit can dance..."
I was just browsing through my e-album and I found a folder containing photos taken at a dance concert I performed in this year. The photos reminded me of a late friend who passed away suddenly in May this year. They were of a dance he choreographed a couple of years back and was re-staged at this year's concert as a tribute to one of the city's brilliant dancers...I miss him! I miss his giggly laughter. I miss his raunchy remarks. I miss his painful bites. I miss his brown-dyed hair. I miss the clean lines, the pirouettes, the battement tondues, the first to the fifth positions...everything he had left without a trace was like an emotional confinement, unlocked and insisting to stay.