|November 23rd, 2011|
Dancing to reels played by a good band, with the people around me smiling, and the energy of the hall just right, I have the urge to call a balance. I push the urge down, remembering the summer when they were overcalled. As the dance goes around again, I feel the different places where an ordinary balance could become a whole hall cambridge stomp balance. The urge returns, in anticipation of a good place. I push it down again, wanting to be sure I'm not calling 'balance' for a 'circle left'. One more time through and I still have the sense that the whole hall is dancing as one. I let the urge through and shout "balance" over the last two beats of the phrase.