The earth below her feet was solid and deep and still, but she couldn’t feel it. She was scattered above to the four corners of the compass, dancing a tango in the east and a salsa in the west, exhausted and out of step, for who can dance without a body. Only a thin invisible silk ribbon held her to her centre, a stillness waiting for her to return. And how she wanted to; she reached for it, hand out stretched, grasping, almost clawing and then an updraft caught her and she was gone.   And atop a cloud she found a pond, clear and crystal, her face reflected unmoving as she danced above. Lured within, she slipped deeply, falling back to her…