An ode to noticing things…

two days ago, I woke up and the world smelled like fall.

I don't really know how else to describe it.

It wasn't particularly cold. There weren't piles of orange leaves swirling around my feet. No one had handed me a pumpkin spice latte while a scarf dramatically blew in the breeze.

It just smelled like fall.

And I noticed.

I like that I notice things like that.

I notice that sometime over the past year, people have started sticking their green #myCMA stickers to the fire hydrant outside the museum. There are enough of them now that the hydrant is slowly becoming its own tiny piece of street art and i wonder - do others notice this too?

Two days ago i also watched a man walking down the street carrying one perfect red rose And immediately I wanted to know the story.

Who was it for?

Was he meeting someone?

Was it an apology?

A first date?

An anniversary?

Did he just see a rose somewhere and think, I want that rose because it’s beautiful.

I will never know.

Which is probably part of why I like it.

I notice things.