one finds oneself one day walking along the street of the city where one lives, and clapping in rythm with one’s own step, and then turning the corner and seeing the homeless man who sometimes parades around the city half-naked waving his arms about chasing what looks like imaginary demons…also clapping slowly in the sunshine, on this brisk fresh day.
But then again, one might just laugh, and say to oneself, “this is a day that warrants clapping”.
And more days should be clapped to and welcomed. In step, and heartily, if you please. We have much to celebrate in a world where things can become so bloody and so tragic so very quickly.