It happens a lot on weekends or on the occasional day off. During the winter in Seattle it's usually the days the weatherman says there will be sun, even if it is just partly sunny. It is never the same day twice and if you have an amazing day it cannot be recreated or repeated. You marvel in the brilliance of a day where things happened that you didn't expect but you don't let it bother you because you had no expectation, only to be present in the moment. Today has been a day where bus rides turned into ferry rides, our tables were filled with coffee, books, and writing utensils, and multiple people asked if I was from Pittsburgh. Even if you are running to the bus stop and still miss the bus it's never a mistake, only more time to talk. Your tights could be falling down, the sun may never come out, but you may happen upon a beautiful little yarn store or realize that each line in your journal is a line from a book. That's when you realize it's the small details and memories being made that make this random day just that, random.
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