grace in small things. 230 of 365.

  1. a city that sleeps in on Sundays.
  2. the chalk heart drawn on the pavement below my apartment that wasn’t meant for me, but made me happy nonetheless.
  3. arms that strain under the weight of thanksgiving leftovers.
  4. the smiles from strangers as they see me walking down the street with a plate full of food.
  5. a full belly, a warm place to come home to and friends and family who love me.
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