A Kindred Spirit on the Morning Commute

This morning, when driving to work I got stuck behind a slow-moving truck on a one-lane road. Cette fille deals with road rage on a fairly regular basis, but something wonderful happened this morning that made the typical frustration evaporate.

On the back of the truck was a rack that held upright about six different garden tools in a row: shovels, rakes, hoes, etc. On the left side was a broom, and for whatever reason, the broom was high on life. The other tools remained stoic and still, but the broom twisted and turned and rocked and danced. It was a bright, sunny morning, and the sunshine gleamed off the green bristles. The broom was rocking and bopping all over the place infectiously spreading whimsy, the way a twirling little girl inspires larking among grown-ups.

Just was a wonderful reminder that magic is real when we allow it to find us. A lovely start to the morning!