Pace.
If we had to go by the dictionary definition of the word, I would tell you that it made grammatical sense. But, if you were to ask me if the definition in my head matched the language that was laid down in the big old manual word-browser kept in the library under all the unnecessary dust, I would have to disappoint you - but with good reason.
Right now, as I danced to the exotic beats of the best original mix that Amelia Hart had ever made me, I wondered if this was what life was about.
The rhythm.
The beat.
The upbeat and the down lows that followed.
Maybe it was all about keeping up with the pace of the song of life.
The song of life.
There is always that one song. In a hidden playlist on our I-pods or maybe on a personal and password protected playlist on our phones, t
