A winter sky today. Ragged inky cloud-smudged cold grey. The night turned to rain, the cat hid in the kitchen. I've renamed her Fatty Fishwhiskers.

Walking around downtown with my armfull of mail, admiring the Christmas decorations, I passed an old guy in overalls and cap (much like my Grampa Clarence but with more pens in the chest pocket). He smiled at me and said "Heya Smallfry."
Old guy, wherever you are, you made my day.