18 June 2012
That patch of grass under a tree, which on a sunny day you sit upon, only to find that a dog has preceded you and left a little present.
That glorious bite of a sandwich, it tastes so good...And then you bite your inner cheek.
That bus that thanks to a kind bus driver you just made, only to then fall asleep and be woken by the driver at the end of the line.
That moment when your shopping bags, straining with the weight of twenty Nutella® jars, break apart and scatter your precious cargo all over the pavement.
That disconcerting noise, followed by a sharp pain, that tells you that your favourite comfy chair has bust a spring.
That, is life's sour spot.
The Sour Spot • Opuss № I