I wake up and know that this is going to be a collectable day. My kind of day, a day to collect.
After weeks of rain, dawn comes with a multipink sky. As the sun rise, the neighbour wishes me a good day, the lady in the bus seat next to me meet my eyes and smiles.
A letter long waited for arrives, a group of migrant birds passes by, four white busses in a line looks like a pearl necklace, a sparrow drinks from the fountaine, an old couple sit close together on a bench, hand in hand.
The radio plays Josh Groban
I collect such days. Such memories. In a blue glass bowl they swim together. One and one. A school. Like smiles in a puddle.
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