It was the kind of day that get written into movies and turned into cliches.

Little moments of coincidences and heartache and joy sewn together into a smile.

I walked past a middle school on a Sunday and was greeted by an archway of golden brown leaves. The sidewalks were sprinkled in them and the sky was perfectly peppered with clouds.

The praise team made the Earth rumble with their speakers and it reminded me of my old church and how we'd blast the songs until neighbors complained.

The message of Noah gripped at me and I cried off most of my bottom lashes, it was a good cry.

I went to work and live music was playing. People were dancing in the plaza and learning how to salsa. I peaked out through the glass doors and craved to be out where the wind was briskly making its way around.

The day came to a close with a new mop time record and the satisfaction of a good call with friends.

I'm glad I was here for today.