As we walked toward each other the social smiles came automatically. I was grateful for that simple smile. Not everyone I met had returned my smile.
And my smile grew. The stranger smiled a bit bigger in return.
The beauty of the stolen warmth in a fall month buoyed me.
My genuine unleashed joy was a call for her to loose her own.
And though we did not exchange a word, by the time we crossed paths, each of our faces were shaped by genuine delight.
We shared a conversation in happiness.