After just finding only coins on the ground, I found my first dollar bill.
It was in the park that I took a picture of, which after a day of rain has shed its snow and is now back to its old green and brown self.
I picked up the bill, still soggy, and thought of sister's partner who found a $50 on the ground in October.
I still think she mugged someone for it ... she has hidden depths, if you know what I mean.
