What was on the wall that day.
I have felt so much better after drinking home made carrot juice.
The lake is glass this morning. Whole sky doubled.
A stranger let me have the last cookie at the bakery.
My dad still kisses my mom on the forehead before bed.
A man returned my wallet with everything in it. He drove twenty minutes out of his way.
Grateful for the volunteer who taught me to read at twenty-eight. He never made me feel small.
My father took me to the diner on Saturdays. We sat at the counter. He let me order coffee at twelve. He laughed when I made a face.
My uncle had a parrot named Chester. He whistled the theme to The Andy Griffith Show. I miss them both.
The kid behind me on the bus singing softly to himself.
The woman in front of me at the coffee shop paid for mine. No reason. She just did.
A package on the porch I forgot I ordered. Past me strikes again.
My dad and I have a code word for I love you. We use it in front of his friends.
Someone left their snow shovel by my mailbox during the storm. I cleared my walk. I left it for the next person.