Thank you, ballerinas. Thank you, ballerinas, past and present, near and far. You are an unending fountain of inspiration. Writers, poets, artists, photographers; all captives to your spell. The slow, sinuous stretch of an arm or leg or both, the creation and release of tension, broadcast in shadows on a velvet curtain, the swishing rustle of tulle and the quiet pounding of your toe shoes on a stage floor, even the soundtrack to your lives, played oh-so-elegantly by a full orchestra. Thank you, ballerinas, for all this.