Performance

I'm sitting on the stoop, soaking in the glorious sunshine, when he walks by: older, heavy-set, baseball cap, zip up windbreaker, headphones draped around his neck.

He starts talking before he even reaches me. "What's the big deal with this day?" he keeps repeating. 

When he's right in front of the stoop he says, without looking at me, "I'm thankful every day."