When you’re sitting by a fountain and the wind blows over mist every now and then.
When you’re sitting by a fountain and the wind blows over mist every now and then.
Stepping only on the white lines when crossing a cross-walk.
Driving through falling snow is the equivalent of blasting through space at the speed of light.
The shadows that trees leave on the street and how it almost looks like a strobe light is going off in your car when you drive through them.
The way stop-lights and head lights and break lights look when they reflect onto the water on the roads when it’s raining.
The colors and shapes of bruises and how half of the time you don’t realize or remember how you even got them.
How all talk-show radio hosts sounds exactly the same.
Sitting under a hot shower until the water turns cold.
Finding Canadian pennies mixed in with change I get back from stores.
Bird houses that look like mansions or the persons actual house
The sections in furniture stores and home improvement stores where they sell the lamps and they have all of the ceiling lamps and chandeliers hanging in one massive group with all of the others on shelves so you’re just walking through a maze of lamps.
Places that still have mailmen who walk from mailbox to mailbox with those push carts and satchels
Singing guitar solos
The back-roads in cities lined with trees that are wrapped with lights and interesting looking row homes