bruised knees.

Today as I was walking to work, before I had coffee and while I was debating whether to have a bagel or a banana and hard boiled egg for breakfast I missed a step, didn't see the curb, tripped or just forgot to put one foot in front of the other and fell on my face. It was right in front of the huge sea of people walking towards me, all of them also in a zombie like daze. I walk into this sea everyday, and I always think about how I look to them, when I see someone crack a smile as I walk by I wonder, is my fly down? I think about how my bright colored clothing usually clashes with their blues and blacks. I'm wearing a jean skirt and knee high socks today, and so lucky for me my knees got all bloody as they scraped against the pavement. People ducked out of the way, but one very nice woman stopped and made sure I was OK. She had the kindest face and when I started laughing and told her my mind was somewhere else she made some really sweet comment about how she was clumsy too. We walked together until we got to her office. It was no more than a 30 second interaction but after I left her I thought about how I want to be like that, calm and kind and willing to talk to a clumsy girl on the street so she doesn't feel like a complete ass. That made my day.