I spy joy at lunch

I went out on my lunch hour yesterday looking for joy.  I sat on the steps at Pioneer Square and waited and watched. It wasn’t long before my attention was drawn to this very active little boy who couldn’t seem to stand in one place for longer than 7 seconds.  Literally. He took great pleasure in chasing the pigeons in the square and watching them take flight.  He’d chase and chase, smiling wide, then seek other entertainment until those poor pigeons thought it safe enough to return to ground. I had such fun watching this young adventurer I caught myself willing the birds to come back–squinty-eyed even, because surely that forces my psychic plea into the brains of the winged beasts and encourages them to land that much sooner.

All silliness aside, spying joy in this child was the best thing I could have done with a lunch hour.  Joy spreads. Guarantee it.