Personal Yummy #111

I’m sitting at my makeshift-but-sufficient desk in my bedroom, diligently working on some content for my new copywriting job, when I hear sweet sounds rising from the active, urban street outside my window:

Old MacDonald had a farm…eee-I-eee-I-O…

This phrase is being sung by a little girl, so free and unapologetic and innocent.

It makes me happy.