At this time of year, I remember my college dancing days. I was part of the Ballroom Dancing Club, an amazing group that had over 200 people when I was at the University of Texas. Every fall, they would host a dress-up gala and have the Austin Symphonic Orchestra come play an evening of Viennese waltzes. It was beautiful and magical. It was what I imagined a dance in old Europe might have been.
I also met my husband through the Ballroom Dancing Club. We used to go back to attend the event but stopped once kids came along. I don’t know if the event still exists, but it still dances through my mind every autumn.
So, if you read a dancing scene in one of my stories (as they seem to occur often), I may be imagining my own dancing romance.