Predictability

There are certain comforting constants I enjoy in my life that I miss when I go out of town. Like the fact that the garbage man comes every wednesday, without fail. Or that my neighbor parks his truck at the exact same angle every time.

Or that 3 little boys will eventually meet up at some point during the day and find something to shoot with their Capri Suns.

It is then that I know all is right with the world.