Bird Shit

The lighting yesterday was remarkable. It was a soft yellow glow, contrasted against the crisp blues skies. The air, clean and fresh, just after the newly fallen rain. It was the kind of light where everything looks beautiful, even within an urban environment. The row of bicycles on their racks were posing for a photograph. The normally stark cold concrete buildings, yesterday, basked in the romantic glow of the sunlight. As I walked down the street in a daze, partly because of the affairs of the night before, the precious light of the day set a magical mood. and as we neared the apartment, I found myself looking up, captivated by the yellow leaves of a tree set against the brilliant blue sky, the leaves dancing gently in the wind, the light filtering through the leaves as if they were made of transparent paper. For that moment, I was in a magical world, full of love and romance and excitement and awe and ....'uy, what?! something just fell into my eye!' The moment was gone. It was not bird shit, I know. But it might as well have been.