Today's OneWord: Waltz

It was another night to dance; it was another night to waltz. We kept up with the time signature as much as we could. We counted in threes, and only threes. Your black shoes left black scuffs on the white floor. The hems of my white dress grew black around the edges from dirt and dust and shadows.

When the orchestra stopped playing, we stopped and collected ourselves. Perhaps we were now too old for waltzing.