I turned and noticed something that stripped all of the cynicism out of me. A couple was twirling together on the dance floor, dancing to the white-haired piano man's version of "Let It Be Me." They were older; I had the impression they weren't married or dating -- just two people who had met one night late in life and decided to engage in a dance. It was the woman who really captivated me. Her expression was blissful, tragic, even beatific. It was a face that had aged, it was true, but one that was beautiful and elegant in that way only age makes possible. Gracefully sculpted by life experience: quiet, dignified, tempered, accepting, warm, forlorn. With her eyes closed, her hands pressed against her partner's shoulder, she was magnificent and fragile, simultaneously... More >>>