I can’t dance, I said.
I am a busy woman. Head down. Shoulders hunched against the cold.
I have places to hurry to. Obligations to meet.
I cannot stop and dance in the metro station. This is a place for hurrying and scurrrying. Not for dancing.
He smiled, from the depths of his eyes to the marrow in his bones. ‘Cariña, this whole city is for dancing’
And then he was off with a young girl taller than himself.
I didn’t dance, but my foot tapped, my heart smiled, and I made this video.