good city morning

this morning was like any other morning; in other words, unremarkable. yet it was a perfect morning. the bus window in the back where i was sitting was open, and rather than gust of air, it was a refreshing breeze. every encounter favored the positive aspect this morning. people smiled and said good morning, the bus came right away, and all the walks sign hit in my favor. if it could have smelled delicious or noxious it was the former. the bakery on chicago was going full force and filled the bus with sweet carb-y goodness and the shopping cart man collecting bits of other people's trash smelled neutral, which compared to his potential, is fantastic. that was what made this ordinary morning extraordinary, though. the homeless man was still there, we had to wait longer than usual at the milwaukee/chicago intersection, i got off a stop early...but, for whatever reason, every banal encounter was surrounded with some sort of beauty or optimism, and before i kill that with some sarcastic comment about how sentimental and fuzzy it all is, i'll just stop writing.