The Game of Farther — Before the city bells finished their first shiver, Orin pressed one slipper to the smooth floor and invented a game called Farther. Read the full story →
Before the city bells finished their first shiver, Orin pressed one slipper to the smooth floor and invented a game called Farther. The rule was secret and simple: every reach had to find something no one had named yet. He stretched one hand toward the barre and whispered, “Rail.” He lifted his leg toward the lemony morning smell beyond the glass and whispered, “Cloud.”
But curiosity is a slippery thing. Orin reached farther than cloud, farther than chimney smoke, farther than the tiny square rooftops below. The studio went hush except for the soft rasp of his shoe. At last his fingertips caught a thin line of gold at the top of the window.
That is why ballet studios have tall windows now, though teachers may pretend not to know. They are built high enough for the Game of Farther, in case a dancer needs to name the next bit of sky. Next time you see those long panes, check whether the gold is still waiting where Orin first reached past the city bells.