Coming out of the post office this morning, I held the door for the man coming out behind me. He said something and I missed it, so I said something like, “What’s that?” He said, “Aren’t you beautiful?” It was odd—surprising, but not weird enough to be creepy. It was nice, and I said thank you. I don’t know if he meant that I was nice for opening the door or that he thought I was pretty, but either way it was good.

Walking down the street, I saw a cute little girl wearing orange corduroy bellbottoms. (It occurs to me that as a kid I might have hated those pants, but the orange was a nice color.)

I found my Charlie Card.

A bell was ringing as I walked through Harvard yard.

I saw a girl getting a ride from another girl on a sort of trolley/dolly.

Lots of Asian tourists were photographing the statue of John Harvard.

A kid at the 1369 kept blowing something through a straw at his mom and her friend.

Now the leaves on the tree outside my window are dancing in the sun. Happy Monday, everybody!

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