My town. Saturday morning. Businesses opening up. Delivery vans. Surfers getting coffee.
I'm out and about in the blowy cold Spring wind dropping off the supermarket cashier at her 7am shift. The Vietnamese bakers next door have known her since she was too little to see over the counter. "So tall," the baker says to me. Small town approval, mum to mum.
Heading home with a warm sourdough loaf straight from the oven. Kindness at human scale.