It’s the girl singing “Ain’t no Mountain Higher” as she pedaled away at the gym…
Or the old man in the red plaid shirt in 104 degrees who beamed and told the cashier at the cafe it was his 87th birthday….
It’s the little girl twirling down the aisle in a pink tutu and rhinestone flip flops at Target….(no,not me)….
And the pug licking his human’s ice cream cone, sprinkles and all…
It’s glimmers of joy…
Sparks of whimsy…
Flickers of Friday.
What flickers of Friday have you seen, Invisible Friends?
Gretchen prancing around the office with her favorite wee ball?