It was another bright, shiny day here in the Far North, and the sun was warm on our backs as we walked, first to the doctor’s office for Brynja’s one-year check-up, then to the grocery store for dinner stuffs.  Crossing the bridge on our way home I thought, oh, that would make a nice picture if I had a camera.  A few steps later I reached into my coat pocket for a kleenex and instead closed my hand around the very thing I’d wished for a moment earlier.  Serendipitous, no?