Ice Dancing: The Bad Kind

You're skating on public, and you hear a catchy song on the speakers. It shakes you; It bakes you; You want to slither on the ice like a snake on the make.

Well, maybe not that last one.

So, I skate and get the rhythm of the beat.

I  Shake

I Bake.

Memories of my youth are expressed as movement:

My old dance coach is in a lesson with an eight year old. He sees me and he looks like this:

Then he yells after me, "When you start ice dance again?"

Someday!

Just not anytime soon.