Certain small moments or 'little things'.
Followed the old school bus route I took when I was growing up.
I can remember the days where sun broke through the clouds. Beams of light and 'silver linings'. Days the sky did this felt special.
I do miss that experience. I can't imagine being on a school bus anytime in the near future.
I also remember that even on these days this time of year, I often found myself trying not to swallow booger drainage that sat in my mouth for most of the drive. I rarely succeeded in making it through the bus ride to spit it out, but I would try anyways.
The inconvenient booger masses didn't 'ruin' the sky, clouds, or 'moments of awe', but sometimes they did happen at the same time.
I don't exactly miss this, but I've accepted it.
Kind of like having negative emotions and experiences mixed in or side by side with the positive ones. These things exist together, maybe they 'always' have, and maybe that's how it 'should' be. It's human.
