I was coming home from a long day at work, walking from the bus stop, wishing my cold was gone or that my leg was feeling better, that my project was smoother or co-workers more interesting. You know, the normal blah blah humdrum things.
There was a guy walking ahead of me, wearing a full suit, fancy shoes, someone you see often in Zurich. He had paused for a few minutes looking up at the sky, the only reason I really noticed him. Then he turned and walked off ahead of me, up the small incline around towards home. I noticed he was walking really close to the end of the path, almost running into the high grass which was almost hip high now.
I wondered why he would want to get grass all over the suit, and then realized he was trailing his fingers through the tips of the grass. With a smile on his face.
This image has stayed with me all week, and been a source of limitless simple pleasure 🙂