NO GRAND
DESTINY.
GREAT DETOURS.
One Tuesday, the city handed him a form.
“What kind of guy are you?” it asked.
He crossed out the complicated part, put on his favorite sweater, and went for a coffee. By the time he got home, he'd found a new shortcut, made a friend at the corner café, and forgotten why everyone was in such a hurry.
Now he collects little moments. Rain on an awning.
A warm cup. A familiar voice saying, “The usual?”
Just a guy. And that's plenty.
GET TO KNOW HIS LITTLE WORLD
