Why not to get on a bus...

Today I was going to catch a bus home from town. I didn't. I'm glad I didn't, because I would have missed so many tiny splashes of beauty. The rain hitting my skin like a thousand tiny drops of sky. A delicious amaretto hot chocolate to warm both hands and stomach. The Narnian lamp posts of New Walk. The prison which with it's turrets must (I'm sure) feature in some incredible adventure story. The many many scores of men with their sons on the way to watch a Tigers game - so many different expressions of fatherhood. The silence of the back streets. Children racing each other to the traffic lights. The whoosh of each car as it passed me on the main road. The moment my thoughts shouted louder than the traffic and drowned it out. The inverted fleur de lys created in ironwork on the door of the bridal shop. The first star to come out. So many tiny reasons not to get on the bus...