Still feeling exhausted and hurt.
Feeling like you want to talk to somebody before you go to work but you don't know where to start or if you have any words left to say.
A dear friend calls you as you are looking at your phone through tears and genuinely asks "how are you?", and listens patiently whilst you tell them.
The door you have walked through a thousand times before into work and suddenly you feel the urge to look up and you see two plump and happy robins, choosing a spot to build a nest.
A work call that is basically a string of complaints about all and sundry and how things have gone wrong from start to finish... "except that lady we saw when we first came in, she was actually very good."
"Thursday you say? Did she have pink hair?"
"Yes, she was awesome!"
It was me. Gold star for me.
24 hour Independent Growers' Association. The smell of the summer fruit hits you like a wall of sound as you walk in just after midnight.
You make a beeline for the donut peaches and inhale one the very second you get home.
The dog "helping" you unpack the groceries, by stalking a mouse all through the long grass out the front, leaping and pouncing just like she is an Arctic Fox. The perplexed look on her face when she keeps resurfacing, empty-snouted.
All these little things in my life. I notice them, and I know that is special.
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