Little Happy Moments in The Life of an Unemployed Man

It was Sunday, the weather was surprisingly nice with the promise made by the weather man of getting worse by the week. Actually the last sunny sunday of the year with temperatures over "going out in a t-shirt" was the promise. The unemployed man didn't want to lose this chance of letting his feet see the sun for a proper good-bye until next year, so he went to the park.
The unemployed man sat there in the sun with his feet and belly exposed, closed his eyes and kept watching all the multi-colored shapes created by the sun and boosted by his imagination passing in front of him like a movie being showed in his own private little theater.
All the deepest existencialist questions emerged in the unemployed man's mind, some of them being answered, some of them leading to other questions, some of them being interrupted by the noise of the kids playing in the park.
The unemployed man thought about where this life he had been living would take him, he was not sure about the answer to that question, in fact he was not even sure if he was unhappy or sad or angry or simply in a bad mood. The unemployed man decided to go home and on the way he found an abandoned bycicle hidden in a bush, after a second look he realised it looked exactly like the bycicle he had and had been stolen in the previous year. He thought a little bit and decided to take it home, there he could check the papers he had and compare the numbers writen on the bycicle's frame. In the end the numbers didn't match and the bike was not actually the one that had been stolen from him. The unemployed man didn't care, he kept the bycicle and the secret of the unmatching numbers to himself because that fact had made his day, and that he could not give up so easily.