-Watching children clad in warm winter hats and gloves rolling awkwardly down a golden-leaf-covered hill. They looked like colorful skeins of yarn tumbling down with tiny hands and feet poking out.
-A man who literally whistled while he worked.
-Arriving at Common Grounds to while away my morning off by reading and drinking coffee and having the server ask me, "are you Whitney?" I said yes, and she explained that my drink had been paid for by an "anonymous" person who came in earlier. Knowing it was my good friend Maureen who lives across the street, I texted her and thanked her for her sneaky thoughtfulness. She wrote back one word: "enjoy."
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