Not Something Sad

Not something sad but a frothy float to nowhere to start the day. I'll take this page to the window and ask the morning to infuse it with little light. Or maybe enlist some joyous music to seize a stanza and lift it high on a happy note, or waltz a word or two towards a soaring ending line. I really don't know where to start, whether to just let go and hope a happy spirit takes hold, or rummage memory for a joke, find something brightly coloured with a red nose that would bend a reluctant mouth into a smile. Trouble is that I am already stuck halfway between a giggle and a tear, balanced high on a tightrope and looking down, trying to wring a chuckle from a throat dried out with fear.