Joy Heart

Today’s draft is inspired by one of the people I met when I was in Thailand last October. It soothes my heart, these extended gray days, to sit in memories of someone so full of light.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOlivia's arms are the arms of a boxer in miniature --they remind you to release your rules of physiology.She speaks, with the voice of a child,the words of a wise old crone.Her hair falls over one wide, brown eye,leaving the other to twinklewith twice the animal gleam. I want nothing more than her hand on my arm(barely long enough to wrap around and squeeze)as she tells me the next wonderful thing in the instant before I see it for myself.