I just had a fine conversation with Paul, who manages The Press Shop on the Langemunt.  He talked about a friend of his who does good works anonymously.  The fellow’s kindness made me smile.

I turned to leave with a wave goodbye.  And I walked into the street.  A minute later I noticed that the smile was still there.  Lovely.

Now I’m in Izy Coffee, cuddling my cappuccino with a dash of cinnamon syrup … thinking.  How one moment gracefully bleeds into the next.

I wonder if it’s all cumulative, if the sweetness keeps building through the day if our hearts are open.  And … can the world feel what emanates from me when I’m swimming in goodness?  For most people passing my way, the answer is probably “No”.  But there are a few human beings who see me.  I’ll hang around with them.

Is Paul still with me as I look out at the world through the big windows of Izy?  Yes.  Will I carry the warmth of Izy and the smile of Paul as I head home soon to work on my visa renewal application?  Yes again.  So my morning moments will help me continue to live in Belgium.

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The events of my day aren’t contained in boxes

They flow from one to the next in the heights of the air