Dance Like No One’s Watching…

…even if someone is.

I don’t think she was actually listening to Abba’s Dancing Queen, although the beat is close enough and the lyrics apropos. But that surely doesn’t matter: the joy here is her small moves, her hand flourishes, the self-contained boogie that occasional throws a kung-fu punch for punctuation. I have no idea who this woman in England is, but I love her already.

I hope she did a funky two-step right on down the aisle of that bus.

Get your groove where you can, people—it’s what makes life worth living.


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