But something about Easter night specifically makes me want to be among people. Strangers all holding candles, trying to protect the flame from the wind with their palm, this whole collective effort happening in total silence.

Someone's candle kept going out and her neighbour kept relighting it without being asked 🌸 Just — noticing, reaching over, touching the flame to her wick, looking forward again. No conversation. No acknowledgment. It happened four times. Same neighbour. Same quiet response. No irritation whatsoever.

I stood there thinking — that. That exact thing. That's what I want in my general life experience 💛 People who just notice when something near them needs attention and respond without making a production of it. No announcement. No waiting for credit. Just a hand and a flame and then back to looking forward.

The world contains those people 🌿 I'm absolutely certain of it. The candle-relighting types. The quiet noticers. They're not loud about existing but they're completely, reliably there.

Easter night reminded me to look for them and stop giving attention to everyone else ✨

Who was the last person who did something small for you without making you feel like you owed them a parade? ☀️