The fluffiest fluff peace the only thing not summarised in the headline is the puppy and the last paragraph > There we were, this stranger and I, threading flo

The fluffiest fluff peace the only thing not summarised in the headline is the puppy and the last paragraph > There we were, this stranger and I, threading flowers into our hair, one after the other, until our heads were wreathed with plucked daisies. It occurred to me, as I accepted yet another bloom from my daughter, and suggested that she might want to leave some for the other people in the park, that I didn’t feel remotely awkward. My comfort zone was larger than the last time I had tested its borders.