In all of today's glorious beauty I decided to have my lunch in a park in Boulder. Me and my wild oats sandwich found a lovely seat in the grass next to the creek inbetween some crunchy boulderites. As I sat there enjoying my yummy lunch, the perfect weather, and the serene scenery I wondered if these people around me were homeless or just homely boulderites. One guy was passed out, noticably dirty and had a large bag that I imagine contained his home. The others were a group of three twenty-somethings who were just clean enough to leave me wondering. I had an untouched half of a sandwich I wanted to give them but didn't know if they'd be offended. Just then I hear one of them mention being very hungry and only having fifty cents. So I ask him if he wants my delicious sandwich. I warn him it's turkey so he may not want it if he's vegetarian. The girl says, "of course we'll take your sandwich, we're not vegetarians, we're opportunivores we take anything we can get." So the opportunivores excitedly ate the sandwich, I dont think I've ever seen anyone more happy to eat someone's leftovers.

who would have thought half a sandwich could create beauty?