Anonymous Angel

I was in the presence of an angel today. I arrived early to the 5:15 mass after a nice stroll across central park. I took my seat in one of the middle pews, closed my eyes and sat in silence as the church filled up around me. Presently, mass began, the choir took off and the congregation joined in. I was just about to utter my first note when I heard the voice behind me. It was a female voice, and strikingly beautiful. I wanted to turn around and see just what the source of this heavenly sound could look like. But then I stopped. I didn't turn around. Not for the entire mass. I simply stood there listening to this angel the entire time. And I haven't a clue what she looks like. Now I have a perfect, unspoiled memory that is impossible to tarnish.  And now do you know what? That voice could belong to anyone, to any of the millions of girls walking the streets of New York. And that, is awesome.

"Glowing with happiness"

Today started much the same as many others do – I rolled over in my sleep, contacted the hot water pipe, yelped, and was awakened for the day. Let me tell you, this is a far superior way to wake up than the harsh ring of an alarm clock. Despite the initial shock, all vestiges of the fog of sleep are immediately and permanently erased for the day, and the desire to remain in bed deserts one completely.  And so it was I leapt out of bed with great enthusiasm, swallowed my antibiotics, and embraced the day to come!

Some 30 minutes later, after I had my breakfast and was relaxing on the couch, my roommate Geoffrey entered, the sleep still apparent in his hazy gaze (he hasn’t a hot water pipe near his bed).  I decided the moment was ripe for an exchange of pleasantries. “Good morning!” said I.  Stunned, he froze. He took it in. He looked again. “Did you know that you are glowing with happiness?” he responded.  I was unaware, I have to say, as I felt pretty normal this morning. Perhaps I’m returning to my default state of being nothing short of a ray of sunshine! Then again, perhaps I only looked sunny in comparison to the overcast, gloomy day peering through the window behind me. Regardless, it was very pleasant to hear, and definitely started the day off on the right foot.

Then, to go from good to great, my other roommate Jonathan decided to make eggs Benedict for us all, and in exchange all I had to do was sweep the floor, a trade I will take anytime!

Now, post eggs, I find myself in Starbucks, avoiding the rain and enjoying a quiet afternoon before mass this evening. Altogether an excellent Sunday if I do say so myself. I hope yours has been similarly enjoyable! Until next time,

Ian