On His Toes

Today, after morning class, I lay on the floor stretching and watching Kip teach the following pointe class. Usually, he gives directions while perched on his stool at the front of the class. Today, though, he stood himself in pointe shoes and led the students into exercises. Kip in flowing army-green pants and satin pink toe shoes, leading a pack of lesser mortals into ballet exercises? I'm so done looking at women in toe shoes. I was struck by the juxtaposition of masculine and feminine: cold, hard green against soft, reflective pink; rippling, billowing fabric against the boxy hardness of pointe shoes; Kip in toe shoes. Gorgeous, gorgeous.