Lessons From the Kissing Booth

I found my first four leaf clover yesterday, sitting on the grass under a tree with some friends, fuzzy from too few hours of sleep between the end of a dance party and brunch. I shifted the napkin from my ice cream cone to the side, looking for a place to put my hand, and found that it had been there all the time. Half an inch to the right and I would have covered it completely.

Later, a leaf covered in the softest down tumbled from the tree into my lap.