At the end of the day, I like to spend half an hour or so on my balcony.  Just sitting, really, a glass of wine occasionally, and the freedom to reflect on the day and plan for the next; 20 stories up from the street.  There's a small covered pavilion about a block from my apartment, in perfect eyeline from the chair I like to occupy during these times of reflection and planning.  Recently though, a small group of teenager have given me added reason for wanting to sit in that particular location.  They breakdance.  And they're pretty good too.  What impresses me most though is not the dancing itself, but rather the passion and dedication that these teens show for their dancing.  Every night for the last week, rain or shine, they're out there for a solid 2 or 3 hours – dancing, falling down, failing and getting back up again – working hard and having fun.  Even from 20 stories up, it's easy to see how much they enjoy what they're doing.  I love that.  We should all be so lucky as to find something that gives us great purpose and even greater joy.  Gives new meaning to "dance like no one's watching".