Today I am grateful

 Today I am grateful 


More grateful than hateful 


There is so much to love and you only must journey out your doorstep to see and appreciate 


Moments I enjoyed: 


I enjoyed seeing the girl get out of her uber with her headphones slipping down the back of her head, because it made her look like a cool underground kid. Maybe she purposely put them this way…


I enjoyed sitting at a red light and watching and the kids a  across the street took turns running and kicking off of a tree. May they know their innocence 


I enjoyed hearing the girl walking behind me who offered her friend a cigarette. My weakness if I am in Europe. 


I enjoyed noticing the girl whose shoes weren’t on her feet as she swung them in the window of the coffee shop. Must feel freeing…



These are their moments, somehow shared with me. Though they’ll likely never realize the connection, I am grateful. 

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