A Beautiful Day

Last Thursday was a beautiful day in Spain.
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The first delightful thing of the day happened when I was on the bus into the city. I was sitting by the window, listening to some music, as my eyes followed along the sidewalk, trying to keep up with the velocity of the bus. As we slowed to pick up more passengers I noticed a man in his 50's walking briskly the same direction as the bus . He was dressed sporty and had his sweatshirt tied around his waist and his back was soaked with sweat. It was obvious that he was in exercise mode and cruised along at a nice pace. Just as the bus took off again I saw the man come upon a pink rose bush with the roses in full bloom, coloring the entire fence of the house he was passing.

The man stopped, bent his face slightly over a rose, and inhaled deeply. It was beautiful.

He took off again, quickly getting back on pace and leaving me with a smile on my face & one thought in my mind: "That guy just literally stopped and smelled the roses."