Driving down the road as the sun settled and dusk infringed on my commute home, I noticed three spanish people walking down the enlarged median with bags of something. I like to think they were filled with chips and dip and light beer for their celebration of the weekends arrival. They all seemed to be in good spirits and one was speaking to the others while they smiled at his effort.

At first I thought of how I would hate to have to walk between work or the store or a bus stop, whatever it may have been. But then I realized that they were in good company and feeling better than I was, even though I was the one with air conditioning on and my music blaring. They didn't need more than a couple of other people to listen to and the optimistic arrival of whatever they had been waiting all day to do. Then I envied how easily they were contented.