Bells ring, shadows kiss in the streets. Black cats refuse to cross the road. Dogs howl every top-10 song. Someone is handing out cigars while another person makes a coffee run. Street graffiti rearranges itself into love letters to the brokenhearted. Money starts calling you honey. Fists shed brass knuckles, relax into chuckles. Devotion bears a birthmark shaped like your face. Mailboxes go on a diet, shed all their bills and unwanted catalogs. Gravediggers become musicians. Cows learn the power of now. Death stops pummeling the living long enough to rejoice in your first cries of life.