When my family gets up to dance, they’re just good. There’s no other word for it. Their movements are confident and sure. No one stumbles or missteps. Gracefully they will flow together, anticipating each other’s moves. These are dances they have danced a thousand times before to songs they have grown up listening to. It comes naturally and effortlessly to them. Whether they are jiving or dancing a waltz or just moving on the dance floor, it’s graceful and beautiful to watch.
The men twirling their partners across the dance floor, the children dancing together, everything moves as though in sync. It’s like someone up there has choreographed the entire performance. Yet at the same time it seems so natural. These people are so delightful to watch because they genuinely love to dance. Nobody is forcing them to dance. They want to get up and have a good time, just dancing to those old, forgotten classics. From the young to the old, it’s lovely to see people enjoying the music of yesteryears.