The song outside the window can improve a morning without being meant for you.

Much of what reaches you was never aimed at you. Someone practises, or sings while hanging washing, entirely for their own reasons, and the sound crosses a street and improves a stranger’s morning without either of them knowing. That kind of spillover is a large and unnoticed part of living near other people. It asks nothing and gets counted by nobody.

When something small lifts your day this week, let yourself take it without needing it to be intended. And consider that your own ordinary noises, a garden, a light left on, may be doing the same for someone.