March

It’s the perfect evening to take a stroll through our lazy coastal neighborhood. As we saunter down the road toward the ocean, the sound of music flies through the air to greet our ears. It’s faint but lively - irresistible. The instruments guide us, and just a few blocks away we spot a group of people dancing salsa on a landing beside the sea.

Suddenly, you lift my hand and twirl me around to face you.

“Can I have this dance?” You ask as you bend a knee and kiss my hand.

I tilt my cheek to one shoulder and blush, smiling, with a giggled, “Of course you can.”

You nod, get into position, and begin guiding me through the steps. The grace in your movements entrances me. I’m embarrassed by my lack of skill, but I’m enjoying myself nonetheless. All the dancers mold together into a beautiful show as if they agreed on the choreography in advance - as if they met before in another life.

We dance until the moon raises its sleepy head and a spattering of stars follow it into the sky. You’ve always loved crescent moons, but I am happy to see that it’s full tonight - my favorite. Its golden light parts the darkness of the sky like heavy curtains and guides us safely as we venture back home.