Tango or Waltz, down "which" Road

I was reading my favorite blog the other day and the questions asked were sort of revealing, I suppose. The question that caught my attention was

"Tango or Waltz" ?

Seems obvious that I am off on shaky ground here. I couldn't dance my self out of a paper bag and never could. Then again it may depend on where the dance is taking place. I would love to be able to dance. If I close my eyes and can almost see myself dancing. Course maybe the answer is I can feel myself dancing cause I just don't see me in this picture. Then too like reading our thoughts allow us to "see with different eyes". Ok now I see it. Yes, Tango. That is what I want to do. Tango down the path. Tango with my favorite person. Tango. Move gracefully. Like the pciture, "just us". The two paths I have pictures of here lead to very different places. The graceful one, the one that really sort of dances and is far less traveled takes one to the Temple Door in Seoul Korea. The other, far from graceful, still interesting but more of a trip than a dance is a street nearby. It leads everywhere if you are so inclined.

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The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with as sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.