Not everyone is born with the rhythm required to salsa, but if you had stood there with me that night, you’d beg to differ. Men and women from every walk of life moved smoothly around the boardwalk, an innocuous and bumpy dance floor. If you decided to follow the movements of any one couple, you’d probably think they were professionals. Everyone moved to the beat of the music with such energy and fine-tuned precision. At the same time, anyone who chose to enter the throng of dancers was welcome; you weren’t required to look good, but to enjoy. That was the beauty of it, once you ventured in, you were pulled into that world, stepping to the beat as if the music could speak to instinct deep inside you.