Every day I walk down the street to grab a coffee and collect/post the mail for work (you'll notice my priorities there). Actually I lie. Every day since it hasn't been freezing/blustery/snowing/sleeting/cooooold I walk down the street to grab coffee.
Only about 10 per cent of the time I see this random shoe nailed to a post. I should look up more.
30 per cent of the time I see an old Italian man waiting outside one of the houses for family or friends to pick him up. I always say hello because I know he's probably as lonely as I am. He replies with, "It's a love-er-ly day, isn't it?". If I've had caffeine, I normally agree with him. If I haven't, I tell him that it's still a bit cold.
Wandering a couple of hundred metres down McLachlan Street is nice. It clears my head. Only then does my day really start.
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