One morning I saw a girl walking along Sutter Street in San Francisco. She was talking on her phone. I blinked and when I looked again, she was a bunched up bundle of golden sunlight. I blinked again and she was walking along as if no miracle had occurred. I don’t think she realized that she is an atomic furnace of fiery energy. She probably didn’t notice a ball of sunlight floating behind her wearing a watch cap, another one in a black coat headed into What-a-Grind, four white ones lined up outside, and all sorts of other bundles of sunshine all around her. She probably thought it was just a street in San Francisco.
What do you think?