you sit like a dancer

I am  the mac store enjoying the airport and museing on the premise of a story I am writing.

the premise is shapeshifting. I imagine into whose point of view is best to tell this particular story. . A.. man comes up behind me. I see a shadow, hear a voice, see the hint of a blue t-shirt and he says "you sit like you are a dancer or a yoga teacher."

I am both.  Perhaps the dancer will tell this short story. The pov is from the what the dancer discovers as she choreographs the next dance that takes place at Sawhain at the Glastonbury Tor.