. .and on exquisite positioning of arm and leg in a
graceful combination further accentuated by her motion.
And she could spin. . . .
Sometimes she was such a blur you would think no force on Earth may
ever be able to stop her, trying to count the number of times round
and round she went was as much a topic for people such as scholarly
mathematicians and philosophers as for those who actually saw spins
that night that actually left them dazed.
Her balance that night was such that she could hold a spin from one
position to the next, only slightly pulling in one arm or leg to do
enough conservation of momentum to even further the illusion of the
spinning lasting forever.
Since this was the last performance of the year, temperatures would
be naturally rising, and the sun would be rising earlier every day,
which had been calculated by the Wonderlanders, who had now lived a
decade or more in these woods, and could tell you to the day if the
ice would melt or not.
And today turned out to be a very special day indeed, moreso than I
would bet any of the Wonderlanders actually knew.
They had all stayed up so long, and it was so late in the Spring, a
sure thing was that some of this audience would not be getting home
before dawn, and most would at least see the lightening sky.
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