There are a lot of regulars at the coffeehouse I frequent. There is one man, I believe his name is Dave. Dave comes into the coffeehouse every single day and plants himself in the right corner window, facing the street. He got a haircut yesterday... I like it short. Today he bought a flyswatter with him to the "office".
It's the little things that make me smile. If I had to vanish, these.... THESE would be the things that I would miss so much.
How can I be so happy and so sad at the same time?