Post-midnight musings.

I love those little moments that happen when you most need them to remind you what a beautiful place the world can be. A couple weeks ago it was on the bus when a cute little doggie decided to rest his cold, wet nose on my foot. Last weekend I was on the bus again after a roller coaster day, listening to some peppy music to get my mood up when and old man sat in the seat next to me. I didn't really pay any attention to him as making contact with strangers in public places is kindof a faux pas in this part of the world, so I was surprised when he stood to get off, looked me directly in the eyes, and wished me a nice day. His expression was so kind and I felt so touched that my worries decreased significantly. Tonight I was walking home late from seeing Joanna Newsom live from the front row (which was INCREDIBLE) and as I was turning down my street, I saw the big white van parked in its usual spot and wondered when they'd painted the butterflies on top.


It wasn't until further investigation that I realized they were just shadows. Imaginary butterflies are happy all the same.