This afternoon’s breeze was delightful. As I wandered the streets before my afternoon taller, people kept asking if they could help me. I appeared lost, lost in celebration of the perfect mix of sun, shade, light wind.
At one point I was walking up Pino Suarez and saw a mess of packing material that had been spilled in the street.
The breeze lifted the pieces. Suddenly I was in a snow globe.
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