When I think of a lake, I imagine its stillness and peace. Calm looms over a clear surface without tides. No matter if the wind shouts or murmurs, the water barely stirs. It's settled, unperturbed. It craves nothing but silence.
This is an extraordinary time in the dance world, when five of the greatest ballerinas of our time, from leading American ballet companies, have, coincidentally, all announced their retirement within months of each other.
Eschewing the cast of thousands, the grandeur of an opera house, and of Christmas trees that inflate to skyscraper height, this streamlined retelling of the Nutcracker glories in the virtues of economy and wit.
One of the great pleasures of going to see ballet in a dance capital like New York is that she is likely to be seated next to a true veteran who starts conversations with "I saw José Limón dance the Moor."