I'm just happy to wake up n the morning. No, that's not true. I tend to take waking up in the morning for granted. I'm inspired now to go write some haiku.
 

Waking up in the morning can be lovely. Waking up, turning over and going back to sleep can be even lovelier. :)
 

Speaking of little things, the other day I thought again that the little disappointments are what give me the biggest heartbreaks for people. A woman was walking to the bus stop and tripped over the pavement falling flat on her face (in front of a long line of people no less). In her hand she'd had a very large cup of iced tea (likely brand new and full to the top) which subsequently hit the ground and spread out across the pavement in an almost perfect triangle from the cup's mouth. I spent nearly the rest of the bus ride home thinking what it must have been like from the moment her body first told her she was thirsty, the cheap thrill of deciding "Where will I go and what will I get to drink?", the even cheaper thrill of buying the tea, maybe even a sip or two before heading out the door only to lose the entire drink on the ground in front of everyone. Those are things that when you are a child you cry for hours about but as an adult you tend to know better. Those unexpected, but everyday, little disappointments are sometimes the most heartbreaking to think about, I thought, walking underneath the trees to my apartment after the bus ride. And then a bird in one of the trees I was walking under pooped right on the tip of my nose and I thought, eh, it's not so bad.