Do you ever notice odd things on your morning or evening commute? This morning I saw a woman, dressed stylishly in a black suit and overcoat, walking in her stocking feet to work. Did she break a heel? She had a small handbag and wasn’t carrying a pair of shoes. How odd. Every morning I see a man standing on an overpass that I have to drive under, leaning on the railing and looking down on the traffic below. Every. Single. Morning. Is he thinking about dropping a large rock? Does he just like watching cars? I don’t know.
We live on a street of three-story townhouses, most without front gardens. Lace curtains, while cliche, are a necessity for privacy. And yet, there are two houses on our street where the families never close the curtains. Day or night, you can see them watching TV, sitting on the couch eating breakfast in gaping robes, etc. An interested burglar could check out their electronics to see if it would be worth stopping by one night. How odd is that? I’m always tempted to make fish faces on their window some night, really confuse them.
Grace Kelly by Mika is my favourite happy song. Not my type of music, normally, but I really do like it. Someone at work said “you like hard music, you’re a Manson fan and you like NIN – and you like Mika?” Yep. I think everyone has a “happy song”, that lifts your mood when you hear it; it may not be your type of music, normally, but something in the song resonates with you. What are your happy songs?