"Alright: What everything's going to be". From Joe Plutarch's Dictionary of Received Ideas.
When I make my way to the vegetable garden after a couple of day's absence, I always feel, as I did this morning, a strong sense of excitement and anticipation of growth and abundance. It reminds me of a similar feeling I had on my way to the tennis courts, when I used to play tennis, and looked forward to the satisfaction of hitting the ball square in the middle of the racket.
When you catch sight of something in the corner of your eye, fleeting past, and you think, if I believed in angels, that would be an angel.