I did something that made me feel good today.

My sister and I went on a walk up to this park I had never been to, and we waddled around with ducks and tried to avoid all the people there.

On our way back, we came across this road memorial.

I know everyone has seen them. The little crosses off to the side of the street, sometimes with a bright white metal bike.

But have you guys been up close to one?

My sister and I were about to pay it no mind, until we realised something.

That's there because someone died.

Someone lost their life on that very street.

And how many others?

And we stopped dead, no pun intended, and we looked at it for a few moments, quiet, thinking.

And I noticed there was an angel statue placed there that had fallen down, so I clicked my tongue and set it back up.

From there, I felt a little better, and we continued on our merry way home.

I hope that family isn't having too tough a time. I hope whoever the angel was for is in a nice place. I hope it was quick when it happened.

It's too early and too hot and too summery for this kind of story I'm sorry