As mornings go, I had no reason to think this one would be massively different than any other. I hit the snooze button an extra time, and felt a bit scrambly. My lunch wasn’t prepared and I feared that I would not have enough time for coffee. I don’t know about you, but that is a horrific thought.
It turned out fine and I left the house at my usual time. However, because I was scrambling around, I didn’t catch the weather report and resorted to my three trusted methods; a quick look out the window with hopes of feeling a breeze, a quick check of the temperature on the phone, and total ignorance.
If you’ve looked at the picture above, you can see that at some point in the night, or perhaps predawn, it had rained. What you can’t see from the picture is that the street is under repair, and the top layer of asphalt has been scraped off leaving a very rough surface that I did not enjoy on my long Saturday bike ride. That rain gave the street and those many little ruts a little shine. It was like a sea of little diamonds. The air was cool and all I could think of was dewy freshness.
I took a few extra minutes on my stroll to the bus stop. I wanted to savour every moment of this morning walk. Despite still being tired, it was a morning to feel great. Everything felt clean.
When I turned the corner onto a much larger and more heavily traveled street, the image was gone. It had been replaced by my incredibly average commuter morning. I had walked through Today’s Perfect Moment and passed its end without thinking.
The bus came very shortly afterward and I was left sitting on the bus wondering about it.