What a nice day it was. Lunchtime. I was soaking up the sun, sitting on a curb near a flower bed, peacefully digesting my Chick-fil-A sandwich, when I noticed a colleague from the office approaching at a fast pace. I put a huge smile on my face and made a friendly hand gesture. The guy looked through me and kept going. With a stupid smile frozen from ear to ear, I watched his long dreadlocks smack his back in the crazy rhythm of lunchtime Peachtree Street.
I checked around with my peripheral vision if anybody noticed my idiotic smile and bowed my head to my knees, shamed and confused.
When I raised my eyes, something happened in the sky. I whispered a short prayer of thanks and pushed the shutter button. Was it a payoff for my humiliation or did I steal a moment from Supreme himself?