Desert Dancing

More than any other sight in Las Vegas, the dancing fountains in front of the Bellagio hotel continue to impress me the most. There's something about massive amounts of water delicately twirling and leaping in time to popular music which moves my spirit.

And then there was the group of young tourists which suddenly stopped, put down their bags and cameras, and began taking turns break dancing. After a few minutes they picked up their belongings and continued to walk along the strip. I couldn't touch the ground with my hand these days, and even a feeble attempt to copy their moves would undoubtedly put me into the hospital, or worse.

That didn't stop my soul from dancing along with both the water and the kids. Oh, how I moved.