Today Colin and I went on a walk. It was a blustery, windy day, the kind that makes leaves dance and the wind whistle between the buildings. Actually, this kind of day always makes me think of the old "Winnie the Pooh" cartoons. The temperature was warm, however, and so we ventured out.
Colin couldn't get enough of the dancing leaves. He chased after them, fixing his eye on one specific leaf and running until he managed to catch it. Whenever a big gust of wind blew up and caused a pile of leaves to swirl up into the air, he threw his head back and laughed from down deep in his belly. The rest of the time he had this permanent open-mouthed smile on his face. This was pure joy.
And it was catching. We passed all different sorts of people on our walk - from an eldery woman to a man jogging with his dog to a teenager with punk hair and facial piercings. Colin illicited a laugh from each and every one of them. Joy is catching, especially when it comes from a child.