My days have been filled with thin whines. It's like listening to air slowly sneak out of a balloon, whose neck is stretched between the thumbs and fingers on each hand, in just such a way that a squeak vibrates through the air. Or like the hard-to-see mosquito that zips from ear to ear and emits its mournful tone. But this whine comes from a two-year-old boy who has had a mild reaction to his flu shot.
There are times when I can almost hear some of my hair strands turn gray, when I can nearly see my body age instantaneously, when I can feel the root of a headache wound tightly about my spine, when I can smell the decaying leaves that gather about autumn-tinged tree trunks even though a window pane separates us, or when I can taste time's bitter sweep as it pushes past me. I feel tired and worn. Do you have days like that, my friend?
During times like these, I let my mind transport me to a rocky hill in Greece with a sparkling blue lagoon stretching all around me and the arms of an island encircling me almost like a hug from God. And then, a good friend at my side, I toss a small rock down the cliff and listen to it tinkle through the silence that sits so thick. And, I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
What moment can spiral you into a belly-tickling laugh? Let your mind take you there and fill the day's exhaustion with the cleansing of a happy laugh.