Friday the Thirteenth: we were so preoccupied with things—last-minute changes to plans, crowding in the bathroom, losing and finding Stuff, forgotten files, heavy traffic, too, too long train crossings—that the day went by *just* like that.

Some of my happiest memories are bathed in a sunny warmth, with gorgeous light and lots of texture. Some of my happiest memories involve beautiful flowers, thoughtful gestures, and the everlasting friendship of people we meet along this road we call life.

(Cross-posted on my other blog, for other reasons.)