Little things that feel good:
* Performing a lane change on a freeway with those nubbily drive-by-braille bumps where you completely avoid hitting any of those dots.
* Coming home to a house that smells of fresh bread, having forgotten that you set up the bread machine hours ago.
* Going to a club and hearing a song or two that you liked way-back-when, but had completely forgotten about in the intervening years.
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The bumps are called “cats eyes”.
I think, technically, they are called Bott’s Dots, but that didn’t seem as poetic in the post. š