you sent me this passage you wrote from july 25th after i very confidently informed you that everyone hates my laugh. sometimes i wish i could recognize myself in the way you think of me.
“at one point in the long morning coffee chat, she laughed-- freely, openly, dancing from a deep belly laugh to a twinkling giggle, and back -- and for the brief moment of her laugh and a lingering second after, time stopped as i was transported through dooms of joy: a bright symphony hall, musicians playing and laughing in a smoky room, children chasing each other around the basketball court, two lovers dancing in the tall grass at midnight to their own music. i love her laugh. the way it fills a room like an angel song, so full of life.”