one word [waltz]

(ref: here)

One, two, dancers unite, across the open expanse. Like detached lovers, each seems to float above the ground, focused on an inner voice. Trees swaying, away from the motion, enhance the flow; the leaves seem to fall in time with the rhythm of the motion.

As the dancers move ever closer, small whirlwinds caress their toes and they rise, ever-so-gently, above the ground, literally walking on air. Flowers sway to the beat in compliment to the small collections of leaves about the trees.

As the dust settles, and the pulsating needs to interweve motion with life subsides, the dancers land upon their toes, and smile. Three feet apart, they are as one, and the final landing of air-borne leaves is as clapping from an orchestral crowd.

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