Resilient rays of sunshine shoot through the dusty window of the city bus, and I sit there, thinking. Being on the bus almost always means good things for me...it means I am going somewhere, I have plans, I am escaping from the monotony of the days activities - or lack there of - at home. My mood soared today as I was riding into town, daydreaming about what the day is holding for me. I gaze down out the window and see into someones car window. Usually I would look away, not wanting to invade someones semi-privacy. Today I did not. I saw a man, mid-thirties probably, fairly average, lift his hand from the steering wheel and place it on the volume dial of his radio. In my head I willed him to turn it to the right, to turn the volume up, not down. It seemed like maybe if he turned his music up right now, that would signify happiness, a good day. For me, I always turn music up when I am free of inhibitions or too much to think about. He rotated the dial to what I was pretty sure was up. The corners of my mouth involuntarily lifted into a small, private sort of smile. Right then I knew today was going to be a good day.