The Dancer

People rarely inspire me. I know this seems a strange statement, especially coming from me, but in reality, it’s not all that surprising. I usually get inspired by the feelings people can evoke within me – the absolute clarity of a moment of love, the spiking anger of a fight, the kickstart of your libido when…

Racing the weather, to music.

The office is suddenly hotter and stuffier and I don’t have to look out the window to know that I’ll have to race the rain home today. Hurriedly throwing things into my bag, I whip out my trusty iPod and within minutes, I’m on my way. Humidity follows me out the door, past the security…