still a little bit of your song in my ear, still a little bit of your words I long to hear

A moment of truly alive crept into my day -– today I managed to be so distracted by cheerful daydreams and first-rate music that I missed two LRT stations (one where I can catch a bus that will deliver me approximately one street light and twenty-seven steps from my front door and a second a fifteen minute walk from my back gate, past the newly flooded ice at Churchill Square and a fabulous smelling bakery in Chinatown).

You may wonder why I do not consider this event bothersome, why I am touting missed train stops as the most life-affirming event in my recent recollection. But is it not reassuring to realize that you can become distracted, that the timely completion of tasks is not the totality of your being, that a handsome smile and just the right piece of music can lift you out of your carefully orchestrated day?