The sunset at which we began drinking last Saturday

This morning, a rare and genuine wave of happiness came over me, and strangely, I wasn't suspicious. Usually I find simple and unexplained happiness more of a mock; something that comes only to tease, 'this is what you're missing'. But today I embraced it. Bowie sang about the Starman in my little ipod-confined world, the sun so elegantly hitting the filthy train window. We raced across a river at a speed reserved only for CityRail; but that was ok, because the moment was glorious and rare.