6:42 pm Red Line to Glenmont

From the little girl singing at the top of her lungs in my train car to the sunset casting a deceptively romantic glow on the rooftops of abandoned warehouses and broken windows that are more veracious symbols of D.C. than the monuments could ever be, this moment is perfect. I have an overwhelming desire to scoop it into a paper cup like a firefly and feel the life in it buzz against my hand until its light inevitably fades.

It's Wednesday, and I realize that this is the happiest I've been in months.