One of my favorite dance teachers, Mary Rotella, once observed that we dance with most abandon alone, in our living rooms. In late September, I found myself dancing with my tango partner in Erin Mei-Ling Stuart’s living room – in an improvised installation performance for Stuart’s Keyhole Dances, set in her Victorian flat. When not a single roving audience member was peeping into our room, my right foot had an epiphany. It found a new ‘adorno,’ a fresh way to express itself within my 14-years-&-counting tango. Only the plants on the mantle may have noted my mini-breakthrough, but it was real. So was the setting. I had long hoped to work with Stuart, and I was… Calmed by the reminder that sometimes things do sort out and the dearly desired does happen, my recently shaken heart found reassurance. One second of movement, followed by a few seconds of awareness, restored me to peace – for a moment, anyway.