laughter

Every time I think of my old idea of midlife — that dreary pasture full of drab linens — laughter bubbles out of me.

It was love baked into grilled cheeses and currents of laughter that swept through the house during unexpected moments of long quiet.

These are most certainly tears of laughter.

“It’s a simple game mechanism — people just trying to find patterns together — but the visuals of it, with things on your head and lights changing colors, it does it all. It creates a connection. It creates laughter. You can think about mathematics and patterns. This, to me, is improvisational choreography.”

“Hello, Mr. Owner!” one shouted, making him erupt in laughter.