Reason to Be Happy #381:
The Old Man Who Sits in His Yard & Waves at Me When I Run By
I don't know his name. He doesn't know mine. But we'd recognize each other anywhere. On nice days, he sits in his yard in a lawn chair. He always looks happy and content. As I jog by he waves and we both call, "Hello!" and comment on the weather.
Every fourth or fifth time he'll tell me, "The cops are gonna ticket you for speeding!" I laugh like he's never said it before. (It's never, ever true, by the way, about my speed).
When I round that corner and he's not there, I'm disappointed.
When I round the corner and see his baseball cap and his cheery smile, I'm genuinely happy.