Today I went to the coffee shop to continue reading Miranda July. A man around my age came in to the shop and sat with his back towards me in the next booth. I continued to read and became inspired and wrote a page in my journal, saying how necessary it is to notice everything in the world in order to know how to love. After I filled the page, I tore it out, gathered my things, and slipped the paper onto his table in front of him. He looked up at me, and I said, I wrote this for you, and he shook my hand and thanked me and I left before he could read it.

Then I danced my way to the bus stop, shaking my shoulders up and down, one at a time, and a man waiting at the corner smiled at me.

Good day.