Let me paint you a word picture, lovely readers. Here was my moment of pure joy in my day:
I'm sitting outside of a shop that sells Montreal-style bagels, biting into an everything bagel with cream cheese. The sun is shining so brightly that I need my sunglasses. It's warm enough that I am cosy in a light fleece. A two-man band strums their banjo and guitar. The day has that first day it's warm enough to really linger outside feeling, and the streets are packed with people taking full advantage.
In that moment, sitting across from a dear friend, I felt that everything was right with the world.
I'm sitting outside of a shop that sells Montreal-style bagels, biting into an everything bagel with cream cheese. The sun is shining so brightly that I need my sunglasses. It's warm enough that I am cosy in a light fleece. A two-man band strums their banjo and guitar. The day has that first day it's warm enough to really linger outside feeling, and the streets are packed with people taking full advantage.
In that moment, sitting across from a dear friend, I felt that everything was right with the world.
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