Those baskets won’t last
After two long years of waiting, she finally took to the stage once more. The pandemic had brought her last dance recital to a sad halt. Costumes hung in her closet, dances were choreographed and ready, but she and her fellow dancers spent last spring huddled in their homes, waiting for an invisible foe to pass by. And maybe it was the missing out, the learning to appreciate things that we once took for granted, that made this year’s performance feel so special. Everyone was so happy just to be there, parents and grandparents leaned forward with anticipation, bunches of flowers in their laps, dancers of all ages and stages twittering excitedly in the wings. Dance recital was finally here again. Regular life was here again.





