Over the weekend, I was out walking, and it was cold and cloudy, and I was picking my way over the ice when I saw a very young boy (no more than four years old), walking toward me.
He was carrying a cake in his outstretched arms.
He was concentrating.
When he passed by me, I saw that the cake was actually half a cake.
It was chocolate. And there was one word written on in it in red icing.
The word was HAPPY.
Here was a beautiful child doing a bang-up job of carrying half a cake down a slippery sidewalk on a grey February day.
HAPPY was exactly the right word.

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