Itty Bitty Miracles?
Not Quite, but can't that be anything that makes you smile?
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I was walking home from a late-night session of hardcore studying at the library. As I walked, all I could think about was how cold it was, and how I had so much stress, and how I wouldn’t be able to get enough sleep again, and how I couldn’t wait to get home, but mostly just how freakin’ cold it was. The streets were empty, except for one guy walking in front of me, but he did not know I was there. As he approached a large patch of ice (that I was thinking about how to avoid), he stopped, bent his knees, and slid alongside the full length of the ice as if he had been a born snowboarder, and then continued on his way as if he had nowhere in the world to be.
I was overwhelmed with feeling. The rest of the way home, I could do nothing but think about how he did that, not to look cool in front of his friends, but just to let his inner child out. I loved that he, who was probably also coming home from late-night studying, did not see the walk home as punishment, but rather as an adventure. I stopped thinking about the cold, and started thinking about how strange it was that this tiny movement made me feel so much better and so much more appreciative of everything because of nothing.
I was overwhelmed with feeling. The rest of the way home, I could do nothing but think about how he did that, not to look cool in front of his friends, but just to let his inner child out. I loved that he, who was probably also coming home from late-night studying, did not see the walk home as punishment, but rather as an adventure. I stopped thinking about the cold, and started thinking about how strange it was that this tiny movement made me feel so much better and so much more appreciative of everything because of nothing.