We must have walked through them backwards. In the beginning was the waltz. Just over the bridge with the snowflake lights and the thousand foot drop, before the irish pub next to the dollar store, near all of that were the feet. They were bronze shoe prints with numbers and lines set into the concrete. If you placed your feet on top, and followed the directions, you were dancing. It was the waltz. We stepped into the bronze shoes and started to count. One two three four...... five.... uh.... siiiixxx.. It was twister without the spinner, but neither one of us fell down. We just held a little tighter and looked for seven. A little ways down the sidewalk was the tango. And then we reached the end. The first, our last, was just two feet facing each other. No steps, no numbers, just one left foot across from your partners right foot. One right foot across from his left. It was my favorite. The most alive I've ever felt while dancing.
Chattanooga.
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