Life is a miracle

So I was sitting on the bus in my usual morning stupor this morning as we came around the bend towards Richmond Hill Centre, when suddenly, the morning sun, just peeking over the horizon, caught my eye. I looked at it for as long as I dared and suddenly thought about how special and amazing life really is. On a rock floating in the void careening around a ball of fire close enough to keep us warm, but far enough to keep us from getting burned to a crisp.

And I looked at the hydro towers and automobiles and buildings in the urban jungle and marveled at how this all came to be considering we developed from ponds of goo billions of years ago.

I was pretty amazed at having such thoughts on a normal morning in the city. Maybe there's still hope for me. ;)

Next time: my dreams about a skunk that turned into a woman and sprayed some guy. On second thought, we can skip that, since there isn't much more to it than that.