I like order. And in a world where chaos is the state towards which objects gravitate,
order can be difficult to find.
However, order can arrive in small, sometimes surprising bits.
Order can appear in a variety of different ways, through a variety of different means.
This morning, as I glanced down at my car dashboard while driving in to the office,
I saw this:
The lovely pattern of orderly numbers on the odometer caused me to pause, and to smile.
Call me odd, or quirky, or compulsive, or what have you; I delight in that clearly it doesn’t take much to make me happy. : )