An elderly woman dances like there is no tomorrow..

What could be more ordinary than being or becoming old. What makes it extra-ordinary perhaps is that in our own, and others perceptions, age is always being assessed to something other than itself, to youth, real or imagined.

Given the virtuosity and athleticism that youth once possessed, this could set the stage for either nostalgia or frustration, as inner-selves demand shapes and shifts that more worldly forms can no longer quite manage.