Some days - I believe it's just luck. Other days - I believe it's the result of a lot of hard work and persistence and consistence....and endless hours of practice.
The neck extended. The head held high. The wings spreading wide. The majestic glory of the pose.
She held it there - for a milli-second longer than she otherwise would. I was quite certain she was wishing to be discovered...found out....seen.
Or perhaps - there are these days. These solitary winter ones. The quiet ones.
The ones that she knew she could dance...because she was quite certain that no one was looking.