Sometimes, It's The Little Things

Like waking up on a Saturday to blue sky and sunshine, when your phone received an alert the night before warning of storms and high winds coming. Like going to the gym, looking inside the glass door to see only darkness, thinking that it's closed (on a Saturday morning!?!), only to buzz yourself in and being the only person working out. Like walking into the farmacia for the first time and learning that they really do carry ibuprofen over the counter.

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