listening to cuban jazz at a japanese restaurant. an asian woman in stiletto heels dancing precisely with a guy with an afro in a baseball jersey and jeans.
swing dancing tonight. we met a young french au pair who trained in from connecticut alone for a chance to swing dance. she asked elijah to dance and i noticed how stunningly, perfectly beautiful she was: long black hair, charming rounded face, dressed simply and fashionably. a better dancer than me, more contained and confident. too precise, said elijah afterwards, not open to improvisation. i am a little embarrassed at how comforted i was to hear that.