Moments (a.k.a. excuse me while I temporarily become a hippy)

There was a moment this morning, while peering out through the front window at Starbucks, when the footsteps of the passers-by on Oxford Street fell perfectly in line with beat of the music on the stereo. Suddenly, the street scene became a work of art.

There was another moment, on Tuesday morning, on my way to the Tube. Across the street, a team of workers were demolishing a flat. The rhythm and tones of their smashing sounded remarkably like jazz.

Moments like these remind me of how perfectly aligned the universe is. We may have war, famine, disease, and climate change to battle... but compared to all the wonders of the world, these begin to feel like minor obstacles.