They're humourous in Normanville.
Maybe it's because of this.........
I saw a man and woman crossing the street one day this week. They were about sixty-five and walking hand in hand. He looked like the sort of man who had been a letter carrier until retirement. She looked like the sort of woman who worked in a care home or a nursery school. They looked so happy as they crossed the street, hands swinging together. He smiled down at her from his considerable height. She gazed up at him, head bent right back. They looked like newlyweds; a couple in the first, hot flush of infatuation, eyes only for one another. The two of them were dressed entirely in black leather. He wore a cowboy hat, Australian style, and black leather pants and jacket. She wore a black fisherman's cap, black pants and jacket. Both of them wore big, white, puffy running shoes. They looked quite goofy and were completely oblivious to the traffic that had stopped to let them cross.
I watched them for about a minute. Whoever they were, they were utterly in the moment.
It was beautiful.
A new supermarket opened in Bozeman, Montana. It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the distant sound of thunder and the smell of fresh rain.
When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you experience the scent of fresh cut hay. In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks and brats. In the liquor department, the aroma of fine wine. When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying. The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread & cookies.
I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.
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