I had my window open today. The wind whips the curtains around, a swirl of green through my bedroom. The house smelling like summer, especially upstairs. That smell we can see every year - the smell of the house that was shut up all winter, finally able to breathe a crack. A bit of outside coming inside. That glorious smell of spring.

One time while driving to work, I noticed the man driving the car in front of me acting strangely. We were stopped at a red light and he was leaning over to look in the rearview mirror, and he appeared to be wiping at his face. Over and over. I was thinking that whatever he was wiping at would surely be gone by now, when I realized that he was shaving. SHAVING! With an electric (or perhaps battery powered) razor, whilst driving a vehicle. The light turned green and we continued on our way, and he continued shaving his face. At the next red light I say "watch, next he'll open the door and empty his razor on the street." Sure enough, he opens his door and proceeds to dump out the contents of his razor all over the road. Little tiny bits of hair that had, moments before, been growing out of his face, now littering the pavement.