Tiny mysteries

We're stopped at the lights, talking about something important, but not serious. Maybe they had beeped a few times already before I really heard it and looked around.

The couple in the car beside us are waving, and saying something from behind the glass. They're late middle-aged, the car a silver BMW.

I look at them, baffled.

I turn back. He shrugs.

We both look at the couple again. They're smiling, and the man is making a circular motion now, asking that I roll down the window. I search the door panel for the right button but I can't find it.

The lights change, and we drive off in different directions.

What was that about? I ask.

And I realise we probably won't ever know, but they were smiling and so I feel curiously happy, as if they were well-wishers sharing in the new joy of today and the little slice of happiness we just found.