She is a Dancer. It’s what she does. It’s what she loves.

She is a Dancer. It’s what she breathes. It’s what she lives for.

She loves it, you can tell.

Bare feet
Hair down
Old top
Black tights, down to the ankle

The beauty of expression, the art of body language, the geometry of the body…
It’s what a good dancer knows.
It’s what a Dancer understands,
has written on their heart.

She understands it, knows it by heart… and loves it. Every second of it.

She is more than a good dancer. You can tell, not just because of her dancing, but in the way she is dancing. You can tell she loves it.

The way she moves across the studio, connects with the floor. The way she tilts her head, smiles. She is loving it. You can just tell. She belongs there, she wants to be there, and she never wants to leave. This is her home.

She is so content, so happy… just dancing. I want to be like that someday.

She is a dancer. It’s what she does. It’s what she loves.

And you can tell.