When you're little

When you're little the big truck behind you at the lights seems huge.

The truck driver did nothing wrong. His truck had a strip of orange on it that looked good against the blue sky. I managed to miss that completely.

There were quite a few demands at work today. All is well, I've spun ferociously (going nowhere fast ;-) this evening and endorphins have flooded my system. Ahhhhh...

Today's gratitude: For small steps. They're always progress.