A couple weeks ago I ended up taking the train with a girl in my ward whom I have always admired (to the point of being scared to talk to her, you know how it goes). As we spoke, she looked up at the sky and said, "Look! There's a sundog!"
"A few years ago," she told me, "I decided that my 'thing' in nature that when I saw it meant that God loved me would be a sundog."
"That's great," I replied. "Mine is little birds, and I saw some today too!"
"Wow, look, another sundog!" she exclaimed.
I probably said something awkward.
What later struck me about the conversation is she chose something that required her to look up. It is better to look up.
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