[life] choler, melon style

I'm a bit sad today. Or not sad, depressed. Let us be accurate. I keep managing to lift my mood briefly - lunch with my mother, stopping to look at ice in the sun, twenty minutes of mountain pose - but it's like shaking out a sheet over a bed. Eventually, things drift downward and settle.

A man, not old, not young, not particularly homeless looking, not particularly remarkable in any way, shit himself on the bus as I was coming home from lunch with my mother. The bus driver had to stop and call for another bus, as the man had fouled his seat. We all got off the bus, hands over our noses and mouths. The man got off last, coming heavily down the steps as we backed away a little. The driver asked if he needed assistance - an ambulance, someone he could call, perhaps? He just walked off down the street, silently, while we all watched. What could he have possibly said? Silent, he was a mystery - foul, but also unfathomable. Anything he could have said would have transformed him into something pitiable or contemptable. He shut his mouth and walked away. I would have done the same.