Something I learned in tap class: Fred Astaire danced on glass. He danced on glass for the clearest sound possible.
Also, Fred Astaire broke a lot of glass.
As much as tap frustrates me ~ I am not as coordinated in actuality as I am in the Ziegfeld Follies of my mind ~ I must keep dancing. I will keep dancing.
My toes wiggle in the wrapping of leather shoes.
There is a gallery of glass ~
The kind with the gold dusted corners ~
waiting to be broken.
Can you think of a better way of making glitter?