Grumblehog

First thing this morning I read a little note somewhere that reminded me to take notice of the small things today. It's amazing how they begin to appear miraculously just by putting that thought in your head. Driving to work, I saw a dog peeking out of an upstairs window in someone's home. Passing the tailor, I saw the familiar movements of the tailor stretching her measuring tape around a woman's body. I liked the sound of my keys jingling in my hand. And at the end of the night I saw my favorite type of star and moon (the thin crescent and - a planet, maybe Venus? nearby to the left). I made some notes so I could remember them, on a page with some scribbles from work and I noticed that I love my handwriting. Photo.