by Bill Watterson
Don't get me wrong, I don't know the kid at all, and as Patrick and I passed his yard we only exchanged a slight wave, but I can't help in having a little more faith in humanity. The guy, no matter what was going on in his life, still had enough childlike innocence that he brought himself to step out into the snow on a cold day and build a small snowman over the course of his cigarette. I feel like the entire world would be a better place if more people took the time to momentarily slip back into childhood. I know I could use it from time to time. My twelve year old self would kick my own ass for judging that guy in the first place because that just wasn't the type of person I used to be. I made a decision as I walked on through the snow to spend more time being conscious of my mental impulses, to think more like a kid, and maybe build a snowman or have a snowball fight later on in the day with my friends. After all, it's a magical world.