At the end of the summer, I noticed a guy walking along the road. He had quite a limp but still had a huge grin on his face.
The next day, I saw him again. And then the next day. It was obvious that he was in pain as he walked but he continued to grin and I began waving. And the more we saw each other, the bigger we waved.
I know it's weird, but I've begun to feel like this guy is my buddy. And since it's colder, he's not out so much. But on the days that I do see him, my day is a little brighter.
Four years ago today, I started rambling here. I know the content is far from brilliant, but I hope I've brought a smile to your face.