It wasn’t traditional tango . . . .I am not exactly sure how to categorize the music that started that tanda . . . blues? swing? jazz . . . .?  Whatever it was, it was groovy all right, and got my feet to tappin . . . .and for some mysterious reason we just plunged-no holds barred- deeply into the groove of it—improvizing every move –sometimes together-touching–sometimes far apart but–well . . . always together, perfectly in sync.  It was pure, unadulterated movement magic . . .punctuated  here and there by actual tango moves! Catching glimpses of faces along the side of the floor: “A” smiles broadly, shakes his head in affirmation as if to say: “You go girl!”  Later, as “M” danced by—smiling broadly almost laughing he looks at me and exclaims: “You were awesome!”   So, what was that that happened?. . . . . And, can I even hope to capture it in words?  It was as if a door suddenly and without warning, swung wide open and my dancing friend and I hurried thru to dance there: wildly yet controlled, freely yet with hard-earned technique . . . . .and all with abandon and with unbridled joy!  It was just simply: Magic!