I just danced with my mom in my kitchen. And I'll be darned I still couldn't follow her steps. Never did master that little two step thing she tried to teach me over the years in random rooms throughout our house. I know well I was dancing alone but with brown eyes closed and Alison Krauss in my headphones it only took a bar or two of "Atlanta" to feel her grab me and twirl me around the living room. And I laughed all by my lonesome at how I would stumble on her swift feet and she never seemed to care. And I missed her more than I've missed her in a long time. Such a very, long time.