Beauty of randomness

I love how our mailman always takes his hat off and sits down on the chair outside our door to rest (we live on the top floor) after he's pressed down the mail through the door slot. But just for a minute, though, to catch his breath. Then: hat on, and down the stairs to the next house.

The older man at the grocery store who always "forgets" to buy a plastic bag, and then takes one and say he'll pay the next time..

The stranger who eagerly told me about his trip to Åland. The boatride, the tax free, the food, the view, the rooms, the busride to Stockholm...everything.

I passed a day care center on my walk and this little boy came up to me behind the fences and asked if I wanted to marry him. Who could say no to that?

The text message from my younger brother saying "You're the best".

All the reactions we got from costumers at work when we painted our faces to look like zombies. I've never gotten that many compliments in one day, and this day I looked like a living dead person. How to interpretate that? ;)

The old lady peeking out through her window everyday, believing no ones sees her, even though it's hard to miss the curtain moving and her bright shining white hair through the glass.

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