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  • After a week of summery temperatures, blue skies, and sun shining days, this morning dawned cooler, muggy, and gray. Forecasters predicted a strong chance of weak rain with Sunday expected to be even more watery.

    My big plans for the weekend including nothing brighter than tax preparation and spring cleaning the public spaces in my condo building. My plans seemed bleak, so I went for a walk and kept walking, stopping to smell the flowers (and take their pictures), stopping in my favorite park on the way, and carrying my documents along with a rain jacket, just in case.

    It didn't rain.

    I did however walk the six and a half miles to see an accountant.

    Before I left, I focused on being a grown up. I got up, showered, and pulled my life together. I sorted through mail, paid bills, and folded laundry. I took out the recycling, and things started feeling far less mundane as I ran into a friend I'd hoped to see before he left town. We made plans to catch up during the grand condo cleaning, and I headed into the day and on my way with a smile.

    I stopped to help people I passed as I walked; a couple were headed in completely the wrong direction if they hoped to actually reach the market they sought. I stopped to take pictures. I stopped to watch, listen, and think as the world flowed around me.

    By the time I made my appointment (with time to spare), my weekend felt bright despite the drab sky. Flowers, to be sure, played a part but so did the marathoners dressed as dragons and a man with a fascinating pair of trousers who appeared to be catching a ride from a leprechaun.

    As I walked, a young boy with a minion look to his hat called out "hullo!" as he rode past, and a man on a bike seemed nigh on crashing as he stared at me. A young girl asked her dad if she could take a picture "real close" to the tree just like me. I showed them to picture I'd just caught; her dad gave her his phone so she could try.

    Rumor has it that appreciating the work around us plays a fairly large role in individual happiness and personal satisfaction with life. I'm not sure how it all works. I don't know if the ability to take note and take joy of small things in life leads to happiness or if happiness leads to taking note of the small things in life, but I couldn't imagine a more perfect way to spend a gray day.
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