But I’m tired of serious issues. They’re boring me.
So did I mention that I saw a big white flash in the
northern sky two nights ago? (I don’t think I did.) The circumstances suggested
it wasn’t lightning, so what was it? And did I once mention (I think I did)
that I used to see big blue flashes in the sky when I was a teenager, ones that
nobody else could see? They’re mysteries, and I like mysteries more than I like
serious issues.
And while I’m on the subject of mysteries, I’ve thought of
something else that’s an expression, if not actually a source, of joy:
Laughing. Laughing connects you briefly to joy, and I should know because I do
it at least once a year.
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