Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Dancing in the dark
For eight hours I had been stuck next to a large American woman on the flight over. Prior to that, I sat in DFW Airport for 2 hours, and after the flight I waited for luggage and went through customs.
Suddenly, I was free. And, it turned out, fully energised, ready to leap.
Literally. Having sat still for so long, it was time to do the opposite.
I took my suitcases into the lift to take me up through Gatwick towards the shuttle trains, and the door closed.
There, on my own, for around 8 seconds, I danced.
I danced. Madly, happily, flailing myself around to the sound of my ipod.
Complete energy usage for 8 seconds.
I then stopped. The doors opened, I wheeled my suitcase out, and continued my journey.
Suddenly, I was free. And, it turned out, fully energised, ready to leap.
Literally. Having sat still for so long, it was time to do the opposite.
I took my suitcases into the lift to take me up through Gatwick towards the shuttle trains, and the door closed.
There, on my own, for around 8 seconds, I danced.
I danced. Madly, happily, flailing myself around to the sound of my ipod.
Complete energy usage for 8 seconds.
I then stopped. The doors opened, I wheeled my suitcase out, and continued my journey.
