"I like the flowers, I like the daffodils"

haven't thought about it until now, but yesterday morning as I was shuffling to work I was approached by three pretty young girls, aged ten to twelve, I should guess, asking me if I wanted to hear a song.

"sure, if it's short," I said. and they started singing that little tune (picking the key just a little too shrill), dancing a little pre-choreographed dance.

"do we get a tip?" they asked when they were done.

and sure enough, I trolled my pockets and got out one of my last coins. one of them grabbed it with a "thanks!" and went running along with the two others.

I wondered what they'd buy with that coin.

what I didn't realize until today was how much that little incident affected my day. starting it on such a bright note, and keeping it there, because there were some shit coming my way at work yesterday. (as it has today...)

I'd have paid to have this happen every day, I think.

When the days get short
And the northern light plays with my mind
Sometimes I wonder if it's true
That the skies are really full of wine
And then I picture how it all would feel
If it would rain on me some day

I'd walk the hedge
And jump the mile
And live my life
Like it was going out of style
And I would lose myself if that was what it took
To make it all worthwhile
Yeah

You know I tell myself
If I could try again I wouldn't change a thing
And laugh at all
Mistakes, regrets and everything
Then I miss you and the things we used to do
And I smile a little while

Cuz I'll walk the hedge
And jump the mile
And live my life
Like it's going out of style
And I would lose myself if that was what it took
To make it all worthwhile
Hey

-- Bent Sæther, The Skies Are Full Of... Wine?

but I'm optimistic. as always.