Please add dance troupes – well, amazing dance troupes – to flash mobs on the list of unlikely things that make me cry. Maybe it was the morning on which I watched this, or the way the winter so desolately peeked in through the front door, but seeing this performance by Cookies just brought tears to my eyes. Now, as the wind whips through the dead fronds of a fern on the front porch, and the sun glistens on the ridges of an icicle, I once again marvel at the beauty of the world. The heartbreaking, tender beauty of the world.
