Smiles

I think we are most happy when we see others happy.

I chanced upon an elderly man waiting for a stop sign. Hunched back, fedora cap’d, dressed in khakis and a collared checkered shirt. There was nothing, at first glance, that made me think any more of the situation.

Until, that was, I saw his smile.

It was a smile that was so right, as if the natural state of his face was always in positive disposition with the world.

I’m unsure as to what could have brought such a smile. I’m unsure as to what adventures his feet would bring him thereafter. I’m unsure if his smile were to ever fade, and if so what could have shaken such a resolve so powerful. I’m unsure of his destination, his beginnings, his history, his life.

But seeing him smile made me smile.

qualia

And to some extent we are all but reflections of one another transposed in the relation by which we are born. All the breaths in between can be considered variable, infinitely so, but variable nonetheless. And if we consider it that – even so much as that – we fall to the trappings of the unknown regardless. Born under different circumstance, how would I see the world?

Differently, but how much more? Infinitely more?

New things, new things

High pulp orange juice – I never quite had a taste for it. Hell, I hated it. I therefore avoided it for quite a number of years.

But I puchased high pulp orange juice today, and it felt vastly different. Different from what I’ve had before. Different from the taste of before. It’s refreshing.

There are other things I’ve thought were rather unfortunately bad, but maybe I’m wrong?

Perhaps carrots are delicious.

Adventures in the Night

Winter break has been very good to me. The picture above is from Japantown, the one stationary store. Gary called it a practice in Engrish. But in general, I think it describes the break so far. Fickle headed, plan-changing spontaneity leads to wonderful days. And there’s nothing wrong with being fickle. There’s time to slow down.

And quite a few adventures – all of which involved the night.

It seems I find those kinds of joyrides, food outings, and forays into the city wilderness much more exciting in the darkness than in the light. Perhaps there’s the sense of danger that’s never really been there before.

I’ve noticed Denny’s can keep someone fed and dangerously caffeinated past midnight. I must have been there three times in the last two weeks – all at night. And then there was San Francisco – trekking through the streets at night was fun. Japanese food was delicious as well – twice. I think I prefer Mifune. I bought a new pencil as well. Pentel PG505. The balance on the pencil is quite amazing. I’m hoping I don’t lose it.

The thirty-first, tomorrow, around night time… Perhaps see all the explosions in the sky?

Apologies for fragmented thoughts.