Today we danced in the middle, floated in a rowboat in the middle of a calm lake. Offering and daring to take, inviting without taking the lead. We are leaving breadcrumbs, setting up a trail, guardedly hoping the other will follow. This is enough for me. Not fighting. This is enough for me, barely noticable moves, distinctive precisely for their brazeness. Steps tentatively taken in well-calculated directions. Where will this take us tomorrow? I dare not hope.