Pure Joy

What can be more pure joy, than two four year-olds, rrrracing their tricycles, laughing unconditionally, with the winds ricocheting off their innocuous images. What can be more utter bliss, than sharing a meal with your entire nuclear family, listening to the playful banter of generations, tasting the spirit of recognizable character and value. What can be more rewarding, than to see an individual affected by your positive influence, seeing them prolong the extension of yourself, with your intentions remaining unaware. What can express happiness more, than a piece of cheesecake, a decadent display of desire, and being able to share it with someone you love, even if they take more than half of it. (11/16/92)