This morning I was in the city and popping with joie de vivre. You know those movie scenes when the small town girl arrives at Paddington/Grand Central Station and steps out onto the platform all aglow and awestruck and then you get that beautiful spinning, arms outstretched shot? I was feeling like that and barely containing the spinning and the arm stretching. (On a side note, my life seems to be generously peppered with these awe-filled, joyous moments – do you guys get that too?) Anyhow, here I was standing at a traffic light uptown, glowing with happiness as I waited and eye-scooping every random thing in sight and labelling it beautiful, when I looked up at a bus that was out of service and the digital sign where they usually show the destination suddenly flashed at me “Have A Nice Day”. Now that is what I call a perfect moment.
Wow, that is a perfect moment. I get them all the time, too. I think being a writer helps me soak up even more of what’s out there. Seems like you have the knack, too :).
Yes, it probably is something to do with being a writer… or being, well, odd is how other people may put it. I actually spent most of today thinking I was in a dream and dreading the thought that I would soon wake up, realise that I had wasted my precious dreaming time with mundane activities like data analysis and copy editing, and then have to go through it all again in the “real” world. Thankfully I never woke up, so I’m guessing by now I have actually been awake all day. Now that is surreal even for me.
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