...view of a burning city

…there I am, standing at the MAX station waiting for the east-bound yellow line train; when across the street an angel in a white dress emerges from the building…a wedding had just taken place; and there was this woman, who didn’t look much older than myself, having her post-ceremony photos being taken; new husband at her side…

…this sight brought to mind a memory of one of two times in the last three years where I have really, truly, irrevocably felt happy…the first being when my daughter was born; the second (and the memory which was recalled) was my own wedding day…

…that memory will always stand as one of the last days where I truly felt like I was amongst the living; before misanthropy and loneliness engulfed my soul…

…I hope that couple standing there on what should be the happiest day of their lives realize just how good they have it…