Day 67
where: Central School of Ballet Phnom Penh
Why dance?: There is nothing remarkable about this picture. No one is dancing, it's a bit dark, it's just a room. Let me help you see it the way I do:
This is a dance studio at the end of class. The room is steaming by this time and all your muscles are wobbling, but all of the day's crap and mania has burnt away and peace of mind has returned. The mess of life is much more simple, vanished into the simple complexity of putting the body where it needs to be, balance and technique.
I've said it before: this is home. It doesn't matter what kind of day I've had, bad or good or somewhere in between, from the first step inside -- the feel of the floor in ballet shoes, the mirrors, the barre -- the world goes away. I know where I am, and what needs to be done, and that's all, for the next 1.5 hours.
No, there is nothing remarkable about this picture, but for me, it's most certainly not just a room.
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