taking the bus down fifth

taking the bus down fifth avenue, as one of the finer, polished experiences. the sun is brilliant this morning. the prime real estate glows as nicely cleaned gems. i am a tiny observer here. i find happiness in the reflections of these giant things. the thin layer of perception is rich enough for me. the free part of this experience is a magnificent gift. anything beyond that would be a burdonsome illusion. amazing how something intangible can bring so much joy. before sunrise, there was happiness in unexpected corners of the morning. regular objects had become carriers of happy. such a perfect little place. i would not want to be anywhere else. wow... so unexpected... so thankful for all of this... (a palmpost)