좋은 날
"This stop?"
"No, the next one, please." Thank you, I smile as I get off the bus alone.
It's still raining, so I run. Run down the street, past the stop sign, across the spring-green grass until I'm out of breath in this quiet neighborhood. I pause for a moment, to let the fresh, light rain wash over my skin and invigorate me. I just stand there, in the middle of the empty street, enjoying the moment, the freedom, the feeling of being alive. Realizing that I won't get any drier just standing here, I make my way down the driveway.
As I lock the door behind me, I turn to see that my package has arrived. With a small smile, I realize that such small things, like rain, like packages, can bring such joy. Feeling excited, I wonder what grace has given such a beautiful day to someone like me.
I set the package on the floor of my room, and I breathe. I just breathe. I realize, that too often, people (including me) rush around, back and forth, throughout their busy lives, and they just forget to breathe. They forget to cherish each moment, however insignificant, and they get lost...that's how, I think, we become so miserable. We wait so long for a big miracle, that we miss the little miracles happening all around us.
I think about all of the things I'm grateful for, and emotion overwhelms me. I'm not sure if the breathlessness is from me running, or from me holding back these tears. I'm alone, so I let them go. They flow in happy rivers down my smiling face. My eyes start to burn.
I blink once. I blink again.
SHIT! I've got sunblock in my eye!