I don't know about you guys--but every now and then, I'll witness a situation unfold that seems to captivate part of the essence of life and living.

So on Friday, I was driving home--and stuck at a red light leaving the U. I looked back in my rear view mirror, and saw a friend of mine (fellow prof) and his wife (totally cool chic) in the car behind me. It was apparent that my buddy had a rough day; he looked both exhausted and defeated. And what was cool was how his wife would turn to him (from the driver's seat) and look at him with gentle loving support. It seemed as if this was a captured moment of what marriage should (and can) be; it was the essence of great art.

Of course, I kinda feel like a stalker when I write about it--which is beside the point. In any event, it was a moment of living that I lucky to have observed.