Tonight the subway was an absolute mess. Because of service disruptions, the car was jam-packed. Someone elbowed me in the back. I had to tip my head upwards to get a breath of air. It took 20 minutes to pass through three stops. Finally, I pushed my way through the angry throng and dragged myself out of the subway stop. As the cold air shocked my face, I felt a soft, wet patter on my head. I looked up at the night sky, decorated with a swirl of white flurries. It was as if a mini-Milky Way materialized above. The sluggishness of the day and the commute instantly melted away—and then I felt it: pure, unadulterated happiness. I love it when that happens.
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