After a stupendous night of shaking my very sweaty booty to the sounds of Roisin Murphy at Legends night club, my evening was topped off by the discovery of these beautiful wet footprints trailing the pavement underneath Piccadilly train station. As I glanced at the wondrous natural beauty of the complicated contours and shapes of the human foot, I considered the story behind them, left no doubt by some female party-goer, exhausted by the combination of 5inch heels and hours dancing at the Warehouse Project.
Feet take us where we want to go in life. That night, my feet took me back to dancing. Like a lunatic. And I loved it.
Lets hope the feet on the pavement had been on an equally moving journey.
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