I wake up, and as I go to leave out the backdoor, I see the sun shining through the lower left corner of the door, where it must be warped a bit and not shut properly.
When I open the door onto the back porch, there's more of that same bright sun everywhere.
As I bike in to school on my usual route, I turn right on one of the corners that I always do, and the (middle-aged) (black) (male) crossing guard says hi to me before I do, the first time that's ever happened.
I guess we're part of each other's mornings, now?
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