Flying

Yesterday at dance class I was standing next to my fellow classmate.  We are creatures of habit.  We regulars all tend to stand in the same spot on the floor time and time again.  Also, the regulars tend to gravitate together.  We feed off each other's energy.  There's nothing like having a group in sync and instep dancing with the drums pounding away.  It's a primal rush I can't explain. 

After the music stopped, my African dance classmate turned to me and said, "Isn't this just like flying?"

I agreed. 

The only other time I feel like I'm flying is having sharp figure skates on with smooth, glass-like ice....

I take that back...  a bottle of wine will also induce the "flying" effect.  LOL