Blissful Thinking

Today something miraculous happened on the bus home. Well, besides the almost hitting a car ...

But first, some back story.

I smile. I smile a lot. And you might notice walking around town or school or anywhere, that people do not tend to have a smilel instead, the carry a rather blank look on their face. I suppose that facial muscle flexing isn't really natural to carry around all of the time. But I smile. Thinking about Justin, and about friends, and other good stuff in life (like going to Nicaragua, a good cup of coffee, nice people, and the perfect song for the moment) places this goofy smile on my face. And yes, I know that it looks goofy -- I checked.

As I said, you generally don't see someone with that inner smile on them. But I saw someone today. He was on the bus.

It was as though only by looking at him, sitting there alone, you could tell that he was in love. He would close his eyes, and be somewhere else, with someone else. How do I know it was because he as in love? Well, I suppose that comes down to a bit of a spectulation. But the thing is, when you wear the same smile everyday, it becomes very recognizable.