“When I see people in wheel chairs watching us dance, I feel bad for ever feeling sorry for myself,” I told Salsa Guy Who Is Sometimes Cool.
“Whenever I see old people watching me dance I feel like I’m dancing for them,” he replied.
Self-pity, fear, anxiety and dread notwithstanding, dancing salsa can only be described in terms used by one discovering the fountain of youth. (And if you live in LA, you know how much that means.) Dancing in the summer, however, is nothing short of magical. Live music, warm nights, full moons, chill vibe.
Just for today, I am grateful for salsa in the summer.