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MATTHEW MURPHY |
After several weeks resting in the mountains of Montana with my family, I’m now back in the city and trying to get my life back together. One of my favorite things about coming from Montana is what a juxtaposition to the city it is. In one place I have towering skyscrapers while just a plane ride away there are towering mountains. However, these two vastly different locations makes transitioning from one to the other rather jarring. My sister and I were quick to note upon return this week how much of a sensory overload NYC is after the calm and serene summer air of Montana.
Of course, there are endlessly different things to do in either place and one thing that I would never do in Montana is ride a bus; the closest I’ve ever come is riding our free trolley downtown. So yesterday when I went to meet my fellow dancer Jackie Reyes for lunch, I took the crosstown bus to eat at the wonderful restaurant Extra Virgin. While I was standing at the bus stop blasting some Sara Bareilles on my iPod, a little girl nearby caught my attention. At first I was struck by her golden hair and giddy smile, but soon it turned into a mini-dance lesson that I had never imagined. A rider nearby seemed to have caught her attention and the young girl plastered a smile on her face. The fellow rider, a woman in her 30’s, started doing basic ballet steps which the little girl mirrored. It reminded me of being a child when I was discovering the joy of movement and what an exciting exploration that was. Will this girl be a future Julie Kent? Only time will tell. Who knows?! She might be contributing on The Winger any day now.
(Doing a little plie in first. Rocking the Crocs.)
(Stretching it up to fifth!)
