BitterSweetLife

Yesterday I walked outside into a crisp, blue-eyed morning. The air could have been bottled and sold as “End of August.” The downtown traffic sensed the transition away from summer torpor, moving more briskly. I drove cheerfully to work.

Within an hour, my shoes were soaked through with the excessive dew and I’d been forced to peg an attacking dog with a rotten walnut.

After these incidents, though, the day remained good—and it may actually have been enhanced by the added flavor.

Some days are simply made better than others.