I love watching Anna Trebunskaya and Jonathan Roberts dance because you can see how much fun they’re having. In the days when my siblings danced, my favorite part was watching how happy they were. It’s refreshing to see somebody find such an unbridled joy in dancing again.

With Anna and Jonathan, it’s a little different though. There’s something else. There’s happiness and joy. There’s a peace that makes it seem nothing exists outside the dance floor. There’s freedom and a lightness in the movement, as though verbalization is a burden to bear and in dancing they can finally speak freely. But above all, I see love.

I’m not one to quickly believe in a love like this. Or, ya know, to believe in it at all. Maybe this disbelief has skewed my perspective or maybe I’m just emotionally stunted, but when Anna and Jonathan dance, I can see love as clearly as if it were a color that decided to infuse itself into everything. (Does that qualify as rose-colored glasses? I don’t imagine Love: The Color to be particularly pink.) It always reminds me of the love that belongs in myths and legends. Maybe he’s a knight who’s had to brave fearsome monsters and terrible beasts to save the princess who, “didn’t need saving, thank you very much.” Maybe she had to outwit the thinkingest thinkers that ever thought after he had been reported perished at sea while he swam a never-ending ocean to come home to her. Maybe… I should stop there before I get too carried away. (No, really, my brain was starting to spit out things like TARDIS, Mordor, and Zaphod Beeblebrox.) There’s always this glimmer, but sometimes I see it so blatantly it makes me wonder if we’re supposed to be seeing this.

Maybe I’m reading into this more than is completely sane, but between my head cold, the fact that it’s now two o’clock in the morning, and my inner child’s determination to believe in love I’m kind of past caring. I mean, can you imagine? The love of legend actually existing. I can’t even comprehend that. It’s such a beautiful creature, Love. With so many facets I do believe in its existence and its power. Familial love. The love of a friend. The love of a complete stranger. Love spoken in actions and love spoken with a word. I believe in it all. But the love of legend? That one I doubt. And yet I could almost see it, clear as day when Anna and Jonathan danced on Tuesday night.

I’m probably looking too much into this. I probably sound insane. But I thought I glimpsed something that I don’t believe exists. It was a little like waking up and coming face to face with a unicorn for a split second. Blink and it’s gone and you’re not sure you really saw what you thought you saw, but it blew your mind and possessed a beauty rivaled by none.

This has become rather long-winded. Mostly because I’m trying to communicate something for which I have no words. Partly because I’m starting to go a bit bleary-eyed and haven’t the sight or brainpower to make sure this makes sense. I think it’s time for bed.

Maybe I’ll dream of unicorns.