Why do turkey sandwiches always taste different on a picnic, so smooshed and delicious?
Will we ever outgrow bare feet in the grass? (I don't think so.)
More uphill on this new bike path?
Who thought peanut butter would taste so good in an acai bowl?
(You have the best ideas.)
(You have the best ideas.)
What is more lovely: the colors of the chairs at this quiet cafe, or the way the sun falls across the old wood floor?
If we lived this day all over again, would we have the same questions?
There is so much art in the noticing.
In that, there is no question.
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