Light faded to darkness through the windows of Adair Hall's dance studio as members of Leah Glenn Dance Theatre rehearsed and Leah Glenn watched.
She watched intently from her perch on a metal chair, head bobbing and body swaying ever so slightly, tracing the dancers' movements. Almost as if transferring her own movement to each dancer through some unspoken bond.
"Dance is the hidden language of the soul," read the back of Glenn's T-shirt. Likely a random choice of wardrobe, but fitting nonetheless.
Dance is the language Glenn knows best, the language she voices loudest. And, through dance, she gives voice to others.
"I enjoy creating dances that...