Sigh Interrupted

The other day I was having one of those moments where you're walking down the street, turning the corner at a familiar intersection and everything looks particularly pretty.

I was happy, walking towards a quaint independent movie theater with a great little cafe/bar, super fast wifi, and patio seating. There was a farmers market across the street and I could smell the Jasmine despite the traffic. And being my little yogi self, I started to take in a deep breath to take in the moment.

Just then, a man who until then had blended into the background, starting hacking like he either had the plague or was an active chain smoker. Our sleeves almost touched as he past me. I immediately stopped breathing.

Irony.