I arrived at my destination and undressed. Slowly. First, my blouse. Next, my jeans. I lingered a while in my undies, purusing the CD collection. Drug of choice: Prince.

The bass kicked in first. Then the synthesizer. I moved slowly to the undercurrent and let the rest wash over me. Removing the last article of clothing I fell into a trance, impelled by the pure desire of motion. Skin on skin, twisting and turning, falling and rising, the sweat bead met the floor board until I finally felt clean.

More than a release, dance for me is life enraptured.