The Raptor Walk

Happiness

It didn’t matter that I was up at eight this morning and on the red line.  For some reason I was smiling.  Maybe it was because I was in a t-shirt.  And I laughed at a multitude of random images.  There was a pair of high heels outside a door in the North End.  I chuckled at pigeons attempting to eat trash in a small pasture when someone had sprinkled bird seed a few feet to the left.

As I sat on the Red Line I had to hold myself back from laughing aloud with strangers around me.  I felt as though I was about to erupt in gaffaws.  Maybe it had to do with the night before.  I missed this feeling.