Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.

This is pretty much what makes me the happiest. The bells playing between the quarterly announcements, the breeze and the sun and the shade and the leaves never knowing which way is right to be blown. I love the sound of the million conversations in languages I don’t even recognize, the feet on the pavement before me, the look of the way each person walks, myself knowing it’s OK to be late to meet up with my own friends because I don’t want to lose this moment before it becomes part of my personal history.

And if there was a single thing I could say to the world, it would be this.