Yesterday I was walking to work and saw a huge icicle snap off of a roof and crash to the ground. I kind of just stood there--excited. What are the odds that I would possibly be looking in that direction for that split second that it took for it to happen. In this whole world, I happened to be in the one, tiny spot where this gigantic icicle decided to drop to its death in shards. It was cool. It felt like a treat. Like when little kids find pocket change and feel rich.