The music starts, and I melt into the embrace of a partner. All thoughts and trials of the week vanish. We move as one.

No words pass between my dance partner and me or anyone else on the dance floor—no words are necessary. We’ve connected at a deep level through the music and the rhythm of our bodies moving across the floor.

When I leave the milonga, I long to return. The subtleties of Tango intrigue me. It’s not a dance that can be conquered after a few lessons, it’s a lifestyle, a commitment, a weekly meditation. And so, after fifteen years, I’m still taking lessons.