I wish we could bottle up sighs of relief, and disperse them evenly throughout our time.

The day started with oatmeal and a bit of frustration. I think it’s because I didn’t have enough notches in my belt. (Which is only a problem if you’re carrying, say, baggage, and you don’t have a hand free to keep your pants from falling down when navigating security.) I’m optimistically attributing the weight loss [...]

This newspaper stand is rusted and distressed. Once popular, and shiny, and new, and powerful in some fashion, and very likely, not going to be replaced.