A friend of mine flies a Paramotor, and one day during an outing a balloon floated into the air with a note tied to the end of the string. My friend went over, grabbed the balloon and rescued the note.
As I was locking the gate to leave the house, I saw that someone’s bin had blown over. As I went to pick them up, I found this neatly-folded note in front of a plant pot. In a really odd way it made my day to think that this girl was revising harder than I was.
I found this at the corner of Cornelia and Lawndale while walking my dog. This sidewalk is a half-block from a Catholic grade school and it’s also a main route in our neighborhood to the commuter train. Someone (female, I guess) must really love autumn.