A friend of mine introduced me to a new artist whom I absolutely love. I did some research on her background and she’s a dancer. She had an accident and so she couldn’t dance any more, then she decided to pursue her music career. Her music motivates me to dance. I feel like that’s her legacy:making her audience want to move.

Tonight is my first night in Oregon and I’ve been tuning out my surroundings with this artist’s music. After diner we came back to our hotel and got ready for an early night. I was restless so I went out into the hall in front of our room. I sat down and listened to this artist’s music. I stood up after a while and started to stretch because I’ve been really soar. Suddenly, at the chorus of a song called Son Of A Gun, I leapt up off my feet and started dancing up and down the halls of the fourth floor of the Governor’s Hotel. I had my eyes half closed and I just danced. I felt like i hung in the air just above the floor throwing myself in simple shapes, one after another, but in completely fluid movements. The song ended and I heard some other guests turn the corner and enter my floor.

I gathered myself and say back down. I then opened the Tumblr app on my iPhone and quietly recalled the most liberating feeling that is the lust for dance.

I almost forgot how it felt: loving the air you move through all the while learning your body and every motion and shape it can create.

Too beautiful. It felt right. It feels right.

I nearly forgot. Never again will I forget.