Some days are better than others. We all know what this means without explanation, when in the morning the door closes too quickly in front of us and coffee is swatted into our shirt. When we miss the train just as it’s leaving, and we are five seconds too late for it, and we watch it slide away (and we’re late!). But there are days, too, when you’re the first one out the door of the subway, the first one through the gate, up the stairs with no one in front of you, and when you get to the top, the city smells all of coffee and fried eggs. Just delicious. Not saying that there’s a balance, in fact, I’ll try to notice the better more than the worst. This is just life, if you so choose to live it: sometimes, merely to look around to see that life is happening, the maddening, the sad, and the joyful: the deep, the shallow, the mysterious: the time that passes, and the memories that stay: breathe deep, for it happens not again.