How about a really small cheerful thing? Weekdays we feel safe walking on the rail trail in the area. (Weekends it's too busy, impossible to social distance even if the other person is trying, too.) Today, right at the start of the walk, motion caught my eye.
A toad was hopping in that distinctive this-is-how-toads-move way. He was all black and, by my estimate, somewhat larger than a quarter inch but short of three-eighths. (I sew, can you tell?) Just charming. A runner passing behind us saw us bent over and asked if we were okay. He was satisfied with, "Fine. Teeny tiny toad."
Maryn, who did not have her phone, so no picture