notice—the darkest of days spent in lonely airport bars. the stench of bleak, cold moisture against the hallow wooden walls. leaned up against the counter, you call out an order of the cheapest beer on draft. once the tall is indulged, once the plastic has exchanged hands, once all seems lost, the bartender speaks to you in the most honest tongue you've heard in months.
"take it easy."
you smile and turn.
with that...the day doesn't seem as dark.