On the bridge of Cardiff*, over the River Taff, I saw a beautiful silhouette of a young woman and I thought a beautiful thought (my eschatology may not be as perfect as her body, though): Heaven must have the shape of a beautiful woman.
And yes - I'd love to dance...
*almost, by a dozen or so metres. (The older I get the less I suffer my lies and the more I tolerate those of others).
The Repentant Magdalen Georges de la Tour c. 1640 National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C