8:30 a.m. and I was driving to the farm, stopping at the light at the busy intersection of Whipp and Far Hills. Ahead of me was a silver Buick, I was singing along with the Eagles “Seven Mile Bridge," and then I noticed the license plate.
JOY 2 U 2
A tiny message slipped into the day, a blessing on a bumper. I smiled. Out of all the combinations of letters and numbers that could have ended up on a car, this one was wishing joy to whoever happened to be behind it. Including me.
So I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture.
That night I was looking at the photos I had taken during the day. The license plate made me smile, but then I noticed that something else had made it into the frame.
Near the bottom of the windshield sat a white splatter.
Bird poop.
I laughed out loud.
There it was: a photograph that perfectly captured the morning. A message of joy in the center, bird poop in the foreground.
Such an accurate picture of life. Sometimes the universe sends you a cheerful greeting and a messy surprise at exactly the same time.
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