Latest bus epiphany

As regular readers of this blog and discussers of my life with me will know, I have some of my greatest epiphanies while commuting to work in the morning.

The weather is usually a mellower version of what it will become or a vestige of the night before.

And I usually have something nice playing in my ears, something that under a particular alchemy of morning attributes, can make me cry.

The other morning I had been hitting the snooze bar a lot. A lot. And stepping out into the city to walk to the bus stop there was this lovely sort of fog about.

Gosh, when was the last time we've seen fog round these parts?

I had been feeling pretty foggy myself over the past several days and weeks, ever since returning from New York. Doing weird things like buying candle-making supplies at Michael's and renting Quake 4 from Hollywood Video and calling up Jessica, desperate, to please take me somewhere, anywhere.

How to accurately measure these seismological shifts? Little bumps in the mountain?

In any case, this guy got on the bus. He was wearing a salmon-colored tank top and had long, salt-and-pepper hair.

He sat near me.

I smelled his body odor.

Usually I smell random stranger's body odor and I'm put off.

But the other day I just kinda struck me a different way.

Hey, this is the smell of a human.

It made me feel connected to the world in a way I hadn't been for a very long time.

Weirdly enough, it made me happy.

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