294/365

174/365

The exquisite sadness of sitting on a train with your head resting against the window, watching rain drops trickle down the other side of the glass, while listening to Joan as Police Woman singing "To Be Lonely".

164/365

Hearing Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas..." for the first time this year.

Yup, it's trashy but admit it: you secretly love it too.

78/365

Working out how to play the ipad theme by ear on my friend's baby grand. And startling the dogs with my free form "jazz".

21/365

Noticing a beautiful period building with "Sons of Temperance Friendly Society" emblazoned across the top of its facade.

Wouldn't that be a great name for a band?

20/365

Letting out an involuntary old man groan as I straddled my bike this morning, after too much dancing to Vampire Weekend on Sunday night.

19/365

The simple joy of sitting on a couch after a weekend of no chairs. Better than bed or shower. Who would've thought it?

I'm pretty sure I heard my butt muscles sigh gratefully.

18/365

Dancing joyously in my socks to the most excellent Vampire Weekend (most especially the gorgeous chaos of Cousins)

17/365

Sitting barefoot on a picnic blanket, drinking cider in the hot hot rays of sunshine while nodding sleepily along to Mumford & Sons.

16/365

The Empire of the Sun dancers. Love those funky-fierce sex-robot moves, ladies! And your costumes are out of this world. Truly.