The goodnight free write

10:43pm. Home.

I will keep writing about love. All sappy and cliche and simple. I will keep noticing smiles and hearing laughter. Like today in the post office with ten folks ahead of me and we all looked like we were late to our somewhere to go. And still there were smiles. There was still beauty. Isn't that also news? Laughter in a crowded post office? Isn't that good news? Isn't that love?