Dancing In The Streets

Walking home comfortably clothed for 45ish degree weather. Just descended from a Soviet era built apartment building. Had cocktails with amazing ex-pats here in Georgia for our traditional ‘happy hour’ Wednesday night. It is 9 pm. The streets that are bustling during the day hours are eerily deserted now. For my four minute walk home, Brokenhearted, by Karmin is blasting from my earphones to mute out any other sound. I don’t know if it’s because of the emptiness of the streets, the other worldliness of the environment or simply the context of this point in my life. But I can’t help but dance in the streets all the way home.

I can’t be any happier.

 

“See, I’ve been waiting all day
For you to call me baby
So let’s get up, let’s get on it
Don’t you leave me brokenhearted tonight
Come on, that’s right
Honest baby, I’ll do anything you want to
So can we finish what we started
Don’t you leave me brokenhearted tonight
Come on, that’s right, cheerio”

Brokenhearted, Karmin

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