Hope. I don’t know how many people on this particular day in downtown Chicago embraced such an ephemeral, and almost flirting, kiss of the sun. Fleeting as it may seem, but it was enough to oil the rusty gear of my life and embraced the day with anticipation and optimism. If you happened to wake up one morning with the sun kissing you, savor the moment. Look up. Or kneel down. Say a silent prayer. And if you owned a copy of Collective Soul, play it. The older the album, the better. Kiss your wife. Enjoy a cup of coffee together. Greet your grumpy neighbor. Chew your food a little slower. Give a generous tip to the waitress. Pat the back of your colleague. On your way home, drive unhurriedly, with the windows rolled down, and relish the remaining luminosity of the day. You’re one damn lucky person. Blessed.
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