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Laughing for Pure Joy
Apr. 4th, 2006 02:12 amI was thinking, on the way home tonight. One of those things I tend to do. But being as it was dark and late and I'd just gotten off work, my thoughts were less than excited. And one that bubbled to mind was "I don't know the last time I laughed from pure joy." Not laughing at a funny movie, or a joke, or a mime being chased by a rabid street cleaner, just laughing out of the happiness of being alive.
Which was a kind of depressing thought, especially one to be sparked by the opening of a cheerful song, but there it was. But, as I was driving along, and brooding, I realized yes, I could remember the last time. I probably even wrote about it on LJ, but I'm too lazy to search for it.
I don't remember exactly when it was, but it was last year. It started raining, the kind of rain with the big heavy fat drops that splatter well. Heavily, but not blinding sheets of rain, just lots of big fat drops. It was warm, and the rain was warm, it was just one of those days. And for some reason, I got up and ran around barefoot in the rain, laughing. I still don't know why I did, or why it was so cool, but it was And I remembered, and still do, in a faded ghostly way, how that felt, and that made my evening just a little better.
How about you?
Which was a kind of depressing thought, especially one to be sparked by the opening of a cheerful song, but there it was. But, as I was driving along, and brooding, I realized yes, I could remember the last time. I probably even wrote about it on LJ, but I'm too lazy to search for it.
I don't remember exactly when it was, but it was last year. It started raining, the kind of rain with the big heavy fat drops that splatter well. Heavily, but not blinding sheets of rain, just lots of big fat drops. It was warm, and the rain was warm, it was just one of those days. And for some reason, I got up and ran around barefoot in the rain, laughing. I still don't know why I did, or why it was so cool, but it was And I remembered, and still do, in a faded ghostly way, how that felt, and that made my evening just a little better.
How about you?
