Do you ever have one of those moments where a breeze comes along and the way the air smells, the way the sun is hanging over the trees and buildings instantly reminds you of some other moment? Some inconsequential spring afternoon when you were nine and all you cared about was whether or not your mother would let you have a popsicle and play with the neighbors before doing your homework. That’s the kind of morning I’m having.
Today will be a good day.
