Re: Weston city park
She danced as well as the women who were professionals. Her buxom figure still graceful and lithe, although those curves left him NO doubt who it was. Dancing Swan Lake, out on the lake, all by herself. She hadn't mentioned she danced. Hadn't even intimated it. But there she was, her expression almost serene as she made the leaps, spun and flowed, on pointe and with the ease of one who knew, without even having to think about what she had to do. It was beautiful to see. And somehow incredibly sad, because she danced the lead, and was alone as she danced, thinking herself unobserved.