We go for a brisk walk on most mornings. Usually along the perimeter of a small oval-shaped garden.
Some walk fast, others slow.
Everyone’s busy of course, minding their own business, lost in thought or a podcast or song.
One day, an old sickly uncle was walking really slow.
But he had a lovely smile on his face.
Even more, everyone passing by him got a smile on their faces too.
As we passed him, he motioned to us, put his hand in his pocket, took out two lychee candies, smiled, and gave those to us.
No idea who he was, or why he did that. But our faces had big smiles too š