October 24, 2007
A perfect day
No sangrila in the park, but still a perfect day.
Starbucks in Chapters. A small latté. A book. I sat by the window, where my friend Karl used to sit, watching people crossing the street. They walked in their own world, thinking about what made them happy or sad, thinking about what would be on the dinner menu, thinking about not being late to pick up the kids in daycare or thinking about, nothing. They never knew that someone was watching them, watching a fraction of their life, just like me, not knowing who is reading me, my life, my joy and sadness. Fascinating. Occasionally, someone looked up. Our eyes crossed path through the big window, I'd smile.
Some chapters of my life, someone or some moments would immerse from my memory like a movie while I was watching others' life. Some of those back then would make me feel extremely painful or sad, while right now would only make me smile.
It's a perfect day. A day to watch people and smile.
Posted by pengbo at October 24, 2007 11:04 PM
I had similar moments today: Reading a new book of poetry from someone I'd never read before, doing laundry in a laundromat, smiling at the other customers, working out in the gym, memories being triggered by a motion or movement, a face, a smile returned. Yep, it was a good day.
Posted by: craig at October 25, 2007 8:34 PM
*smile* *smile* *smile* *smile*
Posted by: karl at October 26, 2007 7:00 AM
very good article.
Posted by: peter at July 23, 2008 1:30 AM