This afternoon:

The 86 tram back to the city from Fitzroy. Pleasantly full of lunch and chai from a vegan cafe on Smith St. I'd been kissed goodbye by my lover, with whom I'd eaten, knowing I'd see him again in a few hours. I was looking forward to visiting a good friend for afternoon tea and conversation. The sunlight was entering the tram in streams.
The tram was hugging the edge of the Carlton Gardens, bright and sunny and green. I was listening to Sunlight in a Jar by the Lucksmiths when a large, colourful butterfly landed on the outside of my window. It fluttered for a while, then flew along with the tram. When the tram next stopped it flew a few metres away and fluttered over to a small child on the footpath, who giggled with delight when she caught sight of it. The butterfly then flew up into the trees, disappearing into the sunlight.

I sank back in my seat, awash with happiness and calm.