It’s a Friday and I’m driving along Kings Way. The traffic is heavy but my heart is light. Soon I’ll get to Flemington and the ballet studio on the hill, the highlight of my week and a beacon of grace in my life.
When I get there, I’ll head to the change room. In my bag is a leotard, ballet tights, ballet skirt and pink ballet slippers. In winter, a cardigan and legwarmers, too.