For both more and less years than I'm comfortable with, I've become used to today being full of ghosts.
Normally, they're pretty comfortably quiet. The same way that friends who know there's nothing that needs to be said, but all manner of worth in being present. They hang around, watching the crowds and listening to the music. And more or less they're just there.
I've never heard them laugh in sheer joy before.
In happy reunion after happy reunion, they delighted in witnessing eyes meeting across ways, in hugs that lasted long enough to lose sense of time, in excited chatter held in for months all let out at once.
There's plenty of ugly in this world if I want to talk about it.
For that matter, plenty in my feed if I want to see more of it.
But today what I want to remember is that I went home; where I heard the joyful laughter of the ghosts.
Normally, they're pretty comfortably quiet. The same way that friends who know there's nothing that needs to be said, but all manner of worth in being present. They hang around, watching the crowds and listening to the music. And more or less they're just there.
I've never heard them laugh in sheer joy before.
In happy reunion after happy reunion, they delighted in witnessing eyes meeting across ways, in hugs that lasted long enough to lose sense of time, in excited chatter held in for months all let out at once.
There's plenty of ugly in this world if I want to talk about it.
For that matter, plenty in my feed if I want to see more of it.
But today what I want to remember is that I went home; where I heard the joyful laughter of the ghosts.
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