Walking home in the rain from the cast party for Christmas Carol, all the suffering of the last couple of months dissipates into a feeling of gentle, clear calm. The rain is freezing, I'm cold and wet, but it doesn't feel bad because I have no opinion about these circumstances. I wonder if this is what "enlightened" people feel like all the time, and what most people would give to have this unforced openness.
A truck with the phrase "Golden Flow Orange Juice - Like You Grew Up With!" rolls past on the otherwise deserted street and I smile to myself, both because of the phrase's aptness to the moment, and because it sounds like a sexual act involving pee.