One Great Thing
by Ann Thurlow
Down where Euston Street becomes Brighton Road, there is a garden of astonishing beauty. Every time you see it, it’s different: it’s seasonal, it’s festive, it’s somber, it’s celebratory. A mysterious someone has taken the time to turn a tiny front yard into a gobsmacking gift. Is their own private symphony they’re hearing? Or is this an offering to random passersby? Whatever, you can but notice it and smile. We all get our little bit—of money or of time or of front yard. Nice to imagine we could spend part of that just making other people happy.