In Time

We had come close to losing this.

We had all but lost it.

And so when Hal turned me under his arm in that shabby old hall, forty years and a whole cold wilderness after the first time, and I came back around and found him there, still there, waiting to catch me — it was not nostalgia.

It was the most alive I had felt in twenty-five years.

The young ones on the floor, if there’d been any, would have seen two stiff old people dancing.