Strange to feel happy; it has no purpose. I was walking along Mission St in the late afternoon, with the sun at a low winter angle. It was calm on the street, people seemed relatively content. I got on the bus and as it moved up Mission St I looked at the fancy facades of the defunct movie palaces, and the people on the bus, and I was happy.
I think I was lightheaded because I had forgotten to eat lunch.
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