Last Friday's Milonga @ Four Seasons

Tango.
I remembered why I love tango last Friday. It was just one of those nights. I walked in the door, I took in the sights, the music, the feeling..and I felt so good to be back. After more than a week away, my body and my spirit were just aching to be reconnected with the milonga.

I waited for a couple of minutes before taking off my scarf and coat. I just wanted to watch and soak it all in. There were less than 30 people there in all, but the dim lights, including the colorful strings on the christmas tree in the corner, made it seem un-empty. I assessed who was in attendance---and who I would hope to dance with that night. Michael was at the sound deck, selecting his next tanda, Chris was seated at a small table, talking to someone and obviously boycotting the current song, Gilbert was dancing on the floor, and so was Mark (who smiled at me). I didn't see Ilya, to my dismay. But Doug was there, and he's always a gentleman.

I took off my coat and switched my shoes. And soon I was dancing. I don't remember the order, I don't remember with who exactly..but I think I danced virtually every song for the next hour and a half. But what made this night special among all other tango nights, was that I enjoyed every single one. There was not a moment I wasn't relaxed and completey submitted to the moment. To be so present in the tango is to forget every-thing-else. (sigh). A very good night.