once mojo had devoured his breakfast of scraps , begged from the butcher , we were off together to revel in the light everywhere , and i felt myself becoming drunk on the vision of the sunlight falling upon windows and wet pavements , on the gleaming tops of brightly enameled automobiles , on the glassy puddles where the snow had melted , upon the plate-glass shop-windows , and upon the people-the thousands and thousands of happy people , scurrying busily about the business of the day .