I said, "What's a flower?" You said, "I still love you."
During lunch i was facing the window, and i saw snow flurries. I knew they had been predicted, but this being New England that means almost nothing. I was particularly amused that the sky was bright blue with just some white clouds. And then walking to hand in my paper there was no snowfall but it was crisp cold and breezy and still bright sky and i left my black coat flapping open. That is my glee for the day (for now, anyhow).