Tonight, during a jog through the neighborhood, I passed a sweet young man in his 60's walking home around 9:30pm with his briefcase and an item that makes me smile.
Flowers.
Not fancy ones. Not ones he specially picked out. Just flowers.
Who knows if they were an apology, a celebration or just because.
My heart says..."just because".
But I suppose it always will.
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