I am sure if I read many of the posts from Canadians today, the topic of legalized marijuana would be a popular one. Although, if they are writing from Ontario, they might be critical of the province’s preparation and readiness. Nonetheless, it might be Today’s Perfect Moment for many, but it isn’t where my head space is today.
Today’s Perfect Moment is, in fact, really all about a smile.
Thanks to changing work shifts, I do not see my bus crush as often as before. Also, we haven’t exchanged good mornings or even casual head nods in several weeks. None of this is monumental, nor any cause for concern as I expect my bus crush to remain just that.
Today, however, we passed each other at the subway entrance. For the first time in memory, she failed to find a seat to sit in and was standing at the door that I had planned to stand in. Maybe the subway was more crowded than usual, or it was just based on timing. As I never sit for the short morning subway commute, I never look for a seat. Instead I prefer to linger by one of the doors that doesn’t open because the platforms at the stations are all on the other side. Usually I pick the one she was standing in. Since she got there first, and because I am not like the Sheldon character from the Big Bang Theory I calmly moved one set of doors down.
As we passed each other, or more correctly as I passed her, she said good morning and smiled with what I can only describe as her most winning smile. This was a phrase I had never really understood before, but there it was in living colour.
I responded with my own good morning and an actual authentic smile. I have to explain that my smile that I try to use at more self conscious times is a toothless semi grimace that I thought was a smile before I caught my reflection in an office building window. Being caught off guard meant that I didn’t have time to be self conscious, and my real smile came out instead.
As I type these words, I have taken a look outside and noticed that it has started to snow. It won’t last, but conspiracy theorists can either blame global warming or weed day–whichever suits their agendas.