_instead of writing an essay, i took a walk. I took it to a book shop, and left it outside while i browsed, buried my nose in musty old books and inhaled their rich odor, filled with memories of bookshelves gone by. i picked up my walk again when i left the book shop, and took it toward Lancaster proper. (in other words the busiest part of Lancaster).
_i glimpsed the familiar faces of friends about town as they went about their daily lives...
_i randomly met an acquaintance on the street, and we decided to have coffee together, and talked about things. random things.
_making new friends (two of them, today, in fact)
_i sniffed the faint, sweet fragrance of a magnolia tree blossom, with the knowledge of Spring in its petals, in an old church courtyard, and smiled
_i saw a friend's face light up in recognition when she saw me, then continued about her life...
_gathering with young people intent on God. and learning, and laughing, and loving with them.
_singing with the music in my car, and remembering the happiness of the day.