“No they know music! Let’s practice outside in 50 degree temperature so we can be flat and have the entire student body as our audience.” -J (Har dee har, no offense J-)

As I was clapping a steady tempo of 180 beats per minute, for lack of a metronome, a disabled girl walked past clapping her hands wildly and shouting, “Yay!” She made two rounds around our area and both times yielded the same result: Happiness. (Ex. Similar to going to Disneyland for the first time or being given a gargantuan hug or engulfing a warm chocolate chip cookie)

I know that she thought I was clapping for J- the same way she was.

And I am certain beyond all doubt that this is the type of happiness that I wish to be plastered across the faces of all that I encounter. It is irrational, illogical, yet all together makes perfect sense.

Perhaps I may not be explaining myself efficiently, but as for now… That can wait.