littering

Sometimes I make notes like these and leave them around town. I have a stash of them in my wallet. I leave them on the edge of a pharmacy counter. In tip jars. Under a product in a store. The process of making them feels like prayer: This message I write for me and for you, you stranger who will get this note. I always hope they won't be poorly received--as littering, as hippey-dippey--but rather as a bright spot in the day.

Yesterday I needed my own reminder. I taped it up on the window, and the sun came out through the clouds.