So, while there are a million more unknowns that will come my way, I will continue to dance. In grief, in joy, in prayer, while I’m folding laundry or putting away dishes. Whether or not the world makes sense to me.

The lead singer comes in and, all of a sudden, the song makes perfect sense, it’s all built up for this moment, where sound becomes melody. I’ve lost all sense of time or space, my arms flung out at random angles, legs twisting this way and that, hair a tangled mess as I violently nod my head to the beat.