Oh Happy Day!

This morning on the way in to work I was a bit tired as I stayed up late last night being creative. It was flowing and the time passed so quickly. I didn't want to stop and could easily have painted and sketched and thought up new ideas for at least 2 or 3 more hours. Don't you hate it when that happens. And although I went to bed, I couldn't sleep for a while as my brain was still thinking creatively, even though I was telling it to sleep.

So as I got off the train this morning and walked towards the ticket barriers that lead me into the station, I was tired. But I also heard some singing. And as I walked through the barriers to head to a shop, the singing got louder and louder. It was a Gospel choir and they were singing 'Oh Happy Day'. I couldn't quite see them as there were shops in the way, but it sounded like a dozen or more singers. When I turned the corner and saw them, there were four ladies, in red gowns singing their heart out. They were amazing. They sang with such passion, such glee and with such vigor, like their life depended on it, that it sounded like there should have been more of them. People were smiling and I am sure the commuters felt as uplifted as I did. These four women made such an impact on me and even though I was tired and doing the dreaded commute each day, I felt a sense of gratitude that I could be here to see and listen to them.

I had to nip into a shop and when I came out they were gone. But they did what they were there to do, and that was to bring joy and music to the commuters. Thank you Gospel singers, you made my day.