Good Morning

Every morning as I walk to school in the freezing cold air, my breath creating white clouds in front of me.
Every thing is the same, other than the fact that there is more leaves on the floor. Including one person, every morning as I turn the corner on my street and start down the small common path there is a man. He's not a creepy person, who makes me feel uncomfortable. He is around 70 years old, he always looks scruffy, His mop of white hair flopped all over his head. He is always reading the Daily mail, and it surprises me that he does not bump into someone. Every morning he passes me a huge smile on his face.
And I always wonder how one can smile while reading the news!
'Good morning' he will always say.
'Good morning' I always reply.
'Have a good day.' and then he will round the corner and I will carry on walking without replying.
His mungral of a dog that sounds just about as scruffy as he is, follows him. Panting and wagging his tail.
 and I always find myself  pondering over how, every morning somebody can be so cheerful, or look so cheerful.
I thought I would write about this because I have been staring at the screen for about 5 minutes now, no new ideas popping into my head. so I thought I would write about something that confuses me. A old man, sees a half asleep grumpy looking girl, and decides to look up from what he's reading just to say good morning and to wish her a good day.     hmmmmmh

:)