I sit in my seat after passing, hugging, encountering so many friends and loved ones.
I decide to let the program sit in my lap, perusing it only at the intermission.
The curtain closes, there is a speech, the lights go out.
A ferocity that loses tenderness in momentum and velocity.
A video screen blank with anticipation.
Sounds in the dark of feet and intricacy.
Slippery moments that become too raucous.
Hints of a love story lost in a series of conventional dance constructions of solo, trio, duet and ensemble