At the market the bike lane advocates have set up a booth to encourage urban cycling and they're giving away silver bells (I got one). The marketplace din is punctuated by the bright ding ding of bike bells. Strawberries are in season! And the egg lady is smiling and the fair trade coffee in my travel mug is finally the perfect temperature. Sipping the coffee I absorb the colours and sounds in small doses. Or try to. I never got the hang of microdosing. Fuck it! Suck it all in, breathe every scent, sweet and foul trip on the greens of kale, berries red, golden honey! Every human here is shining and beautiful and I love them all it almost hurts but I keep loving them even that one stealing a ripe strawberry and yes even that one scowling at the child with the bike bell.