a spring in his step and a song in his heart

I was standing in line at Tim's this morning when a guy walked through from the BMO building. Impeccably dressed. His umbrella had a little gargoyle for a handle. He cheerily excused himself cutting through the line, said "good morning!" to someone standing in line, and went out the door. He said "good morning!" to someone sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette.

And as he passed from the sidewalk to the parking lot, I swear he skipped.

I couldn't help but grin.