Dancing
One of my favourite memories goes like this:
It was my 28th birthday and I was on holiday in Boulder, Colorado. It was a glorious summer’s day and my girlfriend at the time and I were riding bikes to a local craft brewery to try out a couple of beers before lunch. We stopped at some traffic lights, and diagonally across from us stood a man in (I’m guessing) his mid-forties. He was wearing a big pair of headphones, with a huge grin plastered across his face and he was enthusiastically throwing shapes. He noticed us watching him and smiled. “Pink Fluffy Clouds,” he shouted, “The Orb!”
He then resumed dancing and made the world a little brighter in his own special way.
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