Today seems different...
What is it?
There was this tiny Asian woman on the train this morning singing with great volume a song that I did not understand. No one stopped her. Later she passed me on the sidewalk as I walked to work on 15th Street. She was still singing.
If I see her again during my commute home this afternoon I will start believing in miracles.
I lied. I kinda already do believe in miracles. Or at least things miraculous.
Miraculous. Things miraculous. Make a list.