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Cupcakes, dear and much-missed Smallworld. Cupcakes.

Yesterday I had the seredipitous experience of seeing happiness and happy people everywhere I went. It was almost surreal…like a “Happy” commercial, or like a platter of deliriously happy sweetness,  or the sweet optimism in Lilly Allen’s LDN video. The day was warm and balmy after a week of cold and drizzly rain. The sunshine was the kind one wants to sit and drink in, bathe in, wallow in. I had the windows down and the music up. Everyone I interacted with was smiling exhuberantly…the barista, the banker, the counselor, the salesmen, the cashier. When I came back over the river the sun was setting but the water was still baby, crystaline blue and it seemed traffic was going slower just to savor it. The sky was all pink and yellow. I had a “dream come true” (more on that later) in the back seat and my face was starting to hurt from smiling so big for so long.

I don’t know why it seemed an entire city seemed so blanketed in joy yesterday, only that one person’s happy translated to another’s happy with contagion I wish was only more common. My agenda yesterday was crammed of things that could have been blue and depressing and instead there was a bounce in my step and a sparkle in my eye. They, those beautiful people, had everything to do with that.

It was a “happy Tuesday”, a chance to celebrate living in the middle of the week, and I hope it spread and bled and somehow oozed into other regions. I dreamt of cupcakes and today, though it’s not Sunday, I will make more. Dreaming of cupcakes is a delicous way to wake.

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