This morning was slightly chilly and a little rainy.

I ran past a little old man who was riding his bike.

He was wearing an oxford shirt and a blazer. Both of them were nice- neither of them matched.

But his face was genuinely sweet.

He had a mini American flag sticking up from the back of his bike and a little bike horn on the front.

I liked him immediately,

so I smiled and waved.

He did the same and then honked his little bike horn- politely, of course.

And as I passed he said,

"Keep On."

It was touching.

I've decided that when I am old, I will do similar.

Because I love seeing friendly faces, and hearing things like "Keep On" from perfect strangers.

It puts things in perspective.