Bookmark #43

I walked over a misty road, almost amidst clouds as the rain pattered softly on trees – conifers. I couldn’t see as clearly but I heard laughter echo through the narrow pathway, breaking the ambient sound of birds, and the monkeys, and the crickets, and the rain. A quick stride uphill taught me that the laughter came from a group of women who had just left their shift at work. The laughter was simple. It was unhinged. I think that’s the best form of laughter. That’s the only way to laugh really; unbound and uninhibited. This is the laughter which is contagious, I thought, as I chuckled on my own.

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