The day started rather brisk, but still nice for cycling. So, by the time I got to my regular job, I was in a good, almost giddy, mood. Along the way, I passed and was passed by all different kinds of cyclists, and they were all friendly. Even the drivers seemed patient. The same thing happened as I cycled from my main to my part-time job.
And, at sunset, everything just seemed positively radiant. I couldn't help but to think of these lines from Whitman's Song At Sunset:
Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me! Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat—you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.