There are moments when you are found or found out — when you have a choice to hold back or to tumble like numbers from the sky and risk all of the falling, through all of that air.
In my heart, what has emerged is a chorus line. Summer-stock dancers, understudies and dance captains — who, on that 10 x 10' stage, perform an equity production if ever there was one — in this, the year of years.
