The summer is hot and sticky and we often sleep to the late noon if given the opportunity. Yet today three brisk voices woke me up - three workers on a Sunday (?) morning were talking and probably smoking nearby. So it's early and the heat hasn't settled yet - opening the doors and windows lets the chirping of the birds and the cool air in.
On the other side of the road, other windows and doors are open...
I suddenly thought of the people there, being glad of the same brisk air, making similar gestures to mine, of the breeze that benefits us all. Not very friendly or likable people on other occasions, yet sharing a similar joy with me this morning.
I felt a bit happy. Like when I was a child and had no problem whatsoever with the words people, happiness and world...
