A forgotten playground inhabited by joyful little birds.
Going outside of the coffee shop where I was working to return a phone call and pacing, as I’m wont to do when talking on the phone. When I did stop, I looked down, and there was a happy heads-up penny ready to bring me luck.
Perhaps it was immediately effective, because I had a good chat with another coffee shop regular and he bought me a delicious brownie. People have incredibly goodness to share if we’ll stop walking in circles round each other and actually have a conversation.
A Presbyterian Women’s Officers meeting at Juanita’s house with dinner that ended with many parting hugs.