Random Acts

Just now, walking through an East Vancouver neighbourhood. I encounter three 20-somethings, each holding a brass goblet -- likely wine. They’re chatting together pleasantly.

“How very civilized,” I smile.

“Here,” one young man says to me, holding a small plastic bag in my direction. “Take one.”

It’s filled with hand-written notes.

“What did you get?” He asks as I read it and smile. I tell him. Then thank them. It seems a lovely gift for a day that often gets lost in a lot of other things.

When I move on, it’s with a smile and my heart? It feels slightly more full.


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