Some days, you just have to stop and think, ‘Damn I’ve got it good.’
This afternoon was one of those moments. Nobody yelled at me at work. I left work at a normal, human time.
On the subway, I got the best seat on the train. The loner seat. It’s a seat that’s not even in existence in all trains….only the trains with the yellow doors. The red door trains have no loner seat. The loner seat is highly coveted….it is only on every second car, at the back, and it coccoons you in. There’s a wall on one side and a glass panel on the other. Nobody can sit beside you and it is fantastic. There’s even enough room for your purse to sit beside you. It’s as marvellous as things can be on public transit.
So I managed to snag the loner seat and therefore was able to knit contentedly without having to worry about stabbing the person beside me, or having them grunt and shuffle each time I moved my arms to purl or something. It was great, and I have a sock-in-progress to prove it.
There was no idiots on the train, no bums begging for change, no crazy ladies screaming about Jesus and throwing bibles, no stinky people and it was gloriously baby-free. There weren’t even any inane conversations about made-up sexual conquests that I was forced to listen to, just because I was the vicinity of a couple of loud-mouthed liars. There weren’t any unexplained 20 minute waits between stations. Nobody was blaring their music out of their headphones. It was a perfect subway ride home.
I came up out of the station and walked onto University Avenue to the most beautiful music being played on an instrument I can’t even name by a guy on the sidewalk. He was playing in front of a garden, just blooming. I looked up at a redbud in bloom and while listening to this gorgeous music, saw the sun lighting the tiny pink petals. The air was cool, but not cold. Nobody was walking slowly in front of me, and I meandered at my own pace. The scent of the nearby Starbucks lingered in the air and still the guy played on with his wacky, yet amazing instrument.
It was a beautiful moment. My heart was full of happiness and spring was certainly here. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, I had nothing in the world to complain about.
Obviously, I chose this moment to count my blessings.
Staring at the glowing petals of the tree above me, I thought, ‘Damn I’ve got it good………it’s Friday night and I can get all sorts of messy drunk, with no worries about tomorrow morning.’
I smiled at this lovely, serene afternoon and continued on my way.