There's a man whose life is nicer in a small way.

Today,

a stranger sent me a message

thanking me

for my blog.

In 2013,

he found a post

I wrote in 2011

about The Avett Brothers.

Now he listens to them.

And yesterday,

he had a beautiful day.

In his own words,

"The kind where

laundry fits perfectly

into the cycle of life

and you not only don't mind

the hour of ironing and folding clothes,

you fall in love with it."

He listened to The Avett Brothers

while doing his laundry

and he thought,

"How did I first hear about them?"

And then he thought about me.

A stranger

whose blog he once found.

So he messaged me

to say thank you.

I remember writing that post in 2011.

It's nothing I'm proud of.

But there's a man

living in a different state

whose life is nicer

in a small way,

because I sat down one day

at my desk

in my bedroom with the green carpet

and wrote something.

I like to write about

beauty and

love and

what it means to be human.

And this story

is beauty and

is love and

is what it means to be human.