It’s a dance from the 1800s, I think. Or maybe more like from around 1912. I do know it’s not the Fox trot or a waltz or the Lindy.
We danced to a ridiculously fast waltz from Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty at our wedding. As Thanksgiving approaches and I reflect, I am grateful for all that.
The dances we’ve had. The dances we have seen. The ones we know and those we wish we could execute to perfection.
All The Best 