-Standing under a tree in the park just for a moment to stop and listen to the rustling leaves. I know in scripture it talks about the voice of God being like many rushing waters, but I think it might just be rustling leaves.
-Saying hello to Frank as I passed his mechanic's shop.
Me: "Smells like you're painting today, Frank!"
Him: "Yep, just trying to get it done so it'll dry overnight."
Me: "Good job!"
Him: "I don't know about that--ha!"
-Witty banter.
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