A lovely moment

[jeanvieve]

Tonight a stranger wrote poetry for me, back and forth in an exchange. I am delighted and fearful at how exalted I feel from the reading of it, knowing that at least for a few hours that I was dominating his thoughts pleasantly and getting to play in someone's brain. How silly of me that such small crumbs can make my week, but it has been a trying summer and I am resolved to squeeze all the joy and fun out of these moments I can for later.

Going to sleep with a smile on your face is GOOD.