9:08 p.m., Gentilly. Dancing with Lucas.

I still have to say, after more than 8 years of daily dancing the “minute” still has the power to amaze me. A day like today, when I haven’t had time… It’s dark, it’s cold, I’m tired, I feel like I have no spring and I still have a lot to do. do before going to bed… I go out to dance, I have to. Lucas who is very tired, accompanies me. Everything seems dull to me, there is almost no light…. The only lighted porch of a building bar dictates my choice. I approach to put my camera without knowing the place. Surprise: blue, yellow, an architectural curve… The most banal place becomes a film set. Lucas agrees to join the “minute” of the day. Once the dance was over, my mood changed. I have the joy of a child, Lucas seems all invigorated. I said, “It’s still amazing how the minute works, even on a day like this.” It transmutes the day. And as Nietzsche’s phrase says that punctuates all my minutes for 2861 days, through dance, even a single minute in 24 hours, the day will not be lost.