Small Joys

I just remembered about a pair of shoes I bought right before we moved.

In a moment of perfect, random clarity, I remembered how much I liked them and where they were packed, and where that box was now. I ran upstairs, directly to the box they were in and pulled them out.

It was like Christmas morning.

Ah, brown leather, sturdy (but cute) soles, little clasps, comfy and cozy and perfect for fall.

It's the small joys, isn't it?


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