There's a moment in every partnered salsa dance between which the leader (male) executes a move and the woman (follower) receives the information by the leader and moves in accordance with that information. In the beginning, when both leader and follower are learning, these moments are long, awkward, lumbering. It's, generally speaking, challenging for American women to follow. Sometimes, it's challenging for American men to lead. However, as dancers become experienced and skilled, these moments shorten in duration and lose the akwardness. As dancers become artists, these moments become graceful and what make watching dancing so attractive. However, there is a level of experience, skill, grace, creativity, in which sometimes, these moments cease to exist altogether and the experience becomes a (Warning: big English Major word) symbiotic flow where there is no moment between...it just happens. There is no leader, no followers. Just two dancers, with one mind. Like instinct.

This is where I want to live. All the time.

Just for today, I can trust my instincts.