Springy.

I’m sitting at my kitchen table which is also my desk and which is in the ‘dining area’ which is basically also my living room (open floor plans are very difficult to explain) and I have one large long window that looks into the big central courtyard and pool area of my apartment complex (my life sounds rough, doesn’t it?) and the window is open and there is a nice breeze and someone down the court yard must have started a load of clothes in the common laundry room and used too much detergent because the breeze just filled my apartment with a very nice but perhaps too sweet springy flower scent. It was quite pleasant. It is a tiny reminder that often the little things are the ones that make the individual days good.

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