From our winter spot, even with all windows closed, we hear the sea breathing, heavily. In and out. A slow dance...not a cha-cha or salsa, but a gliding waltz. I think. Smooth. Powerful. Beckoning. Perhaps that is why on this Ecstatic Friday, I'm reminded of Nietzsche: "We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once." Here's to dance filling your day. Even if it is for a brief moment and by yourself. Dance, dance, dance.