A woman in red glides freely across the stage. The ruffles at the hem of her wrap dress flutter in the Miami breeze as her hips rock side to side. With her back to the crowd, she shimmies from stage right to stage left.
It’s 10:15 am Sunday morning. I can tell Florida is serving up some unseasonably cooler weather because the wind is howling against my bedroom window.
Not all Instagram breaks are a waste of time. Truly.