It made me smile

On the bus home from a late night at work, I was gazing out of the rain spattered window wondering how it could be that I was on my way home at 9 o'clock on a Friday night. I let out a deep resigned sigh at the thought of what was waiting for me: tea and toast and to bed with my book. Unexpectedly, through a gap between the buildings, I saw the London Eye in the distance, all lit up in pink. I welled with happiness. It was a brief welling, but it was one of those moments I have from time to time where I feel utter contentment.