Damage control.

I was thinking the other day, that I'm going to start posting more frequently again. Apologies for the huge gap between the last few, and thanks to all of you that keep reading and commenting, it's been über busy lately, and all my spare time has gone into work for clients and brief catchups with friends. I'm committing myself back to the blog now though, so as of today I'll be updating again on a regular basis.
Just thought I'd put that out there! Now without further ado..


I woke up quite suddenly the other night, with no explanation.
I opened my eyes and was disoriented for a few seconds, unable to figure out why I had woken up from such a deep sleep.
It seemed like a few minutes before I gathered myself and shook off the tiredness, then I just lay there. The silence of the city at night is in no way indicative of how loud it is during the day, it's strange, unusual, and I listened for a minute or two trying to discern sounds that could tell me what time it was, but there were none.
For some reason I then wanted to sit up and look out the window rather than go back to sleep.
I slowly sat up, and as I gripped the windowsill and peered into the blackness outside, the city lights all around me lighting up the clouds in a peaceful dull orange glow, I looked down, and saw in the building next to me there was a girl dancing at her window.
As if she were at some club she bopped around in her pajamas, her music of course in no way audible to me, but her little jig was mesmerising.

I watched her for a minute or two with an odd curiousity, she had her iPod in her pocket, (or at least I hope she did otherwise she was dancing in silence) and I soon found a pattern in her motions.
She would strut up to the glass, put her hand on her hips and fling her head about, then walk a little circle like a runway model, then back to the window for a dramatic pose, holding an invisible microphone.
I wanted to laugh or look away, but it was almost hypnotic, and I felt unable to move my attention away from her for some time.
Again and again, she went through the motions, each time embellishing it in some small way, adding a little jump here or a look over her shoulder there.
Eventually I did lie back down, and almost instantly went to sleep leaving her to perform for nobody, (and unintentionally everybody) for who knows how much longer.
I still can't work out what woke me. But I'm thankful that I did wake up, because I've been pretty stressed out lately, and watching this random stranger dancing about as if she didn't have a worry in the world, somehow that made me feel better about a whole lot of things. It was a little show of carefree contentment when I was stressed and worried, and I think it was just what I needed to see.

Jimzip :D