There was a guy on the train this morning who made me smile. Sometimes smiles come to me easier than at other times, and I can usually gauge how well my day is going by how long a smile stays on my face after I've turned away from who or whatever made me smile, but this guy has had me smiling all day long. Not that he was even aware of my presence on the train, but ...

It was a dark, cold, and dreary morning at 7 a.m. on the BART train, and this guy got on with his sunglasses and headphones. As we rode from the City to the East bay, I just knew that he was the kind of guy who liked to listen to Bob Dylan. How did I know this? Because I could hear the music from his headphones from half a train-car away. Not only that, but he sang. He sang out loud. Staring out the window into the dark, with his sunglasses on, he sang along to Bob.

It's only in recent years that I've learned to ignore people in other cars and sing aloud as I'm driving, so I can only admire someone who will sing aloud on the train.

I'm still smiling.