A few mornings ago, things were not going my way. I slouched into work with a splitting headache, narrowly avoiding the criminally insane squirrel outside my building. When I got to my office, my desk chair was missing, so I went straight to the kitchen and I grabbed a Luna Bar, which actually ended up making me feel sick. I was about to call it a day, when my office phone rang. It was David.

“Look out the window,” he commanded. So I did. Here is what I saw:

It was exactly what I needed.

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