Traffic jams are usually enough to wreck the day...
But thank God for Florida.
Window wide open, staring out at green waves and jamming to old music on the radio... Enough to make me not even care about being late. And that's miraculous!
Not to mention a random run-in with Pastor and Paul and Tracy...
What a clever morning.
Then a soul-satisfying kind of breakfast... an English muffin with peanut butter and honey... some cherry yogurt and hazelnut coffee...
And Howie Day... "sweet is the sight of her room, windows open by candlelight..."
And then, courtesy the magic of related YouTube videos, Tal Bachman and "She's So High" - "she comes to speak to me, I freeze immediately because what she says sounds so unreal..."
And then, thanks to the same magic and this silly, glad heart moment, maybe we'll actually listen to the Police sing "every little thing she does is magic..." or maybe just a few seconds of it, because it's already getting a bit unenjoyable.
In any case, I think we'll finally wind up at Mat Kearney and "All I Need" - "you touch my lips and grab the back of my hand..."
Ah. Today is delightful.
Good morning, dear world.
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