And finally, she's laughing with the joy of it, spinning and whirling in the smooth pattern drawn by the music. She follows the lively pace, feet moving lightly, hardly touching the floor. Later, when the seasons outside have caught up to this, when the slush and rain and mud and gloom have caught up to this, this life and sun and spring- Svava will have him take her outside, to dance this.

In the sun. In the morning. In the spring.