I witnessed a memory

I didn't feel well, though had an interesting evening at work. Good people, and the millionaire who predicts my future and calls me radiance and tells me the meaning behind $500 dresses (and I believe every word he says)...
Anyway... tired and throaty and achey-chilled, I passed by the church on the corner of Marion and Harvard and saw two young lovers in the grass. She, barefoot and dancing with moonbeams reflecting off of her grin and he, bearded and serious, singing with his guitar as if the shine of the stars depended on it.
Imagine them both... 10, 30 years from now. With different lovers, new families, a wealth of experiences and friends behind them... thinking back to that moment... dancing and singing on the lawn of a church at 12:30 on strangely warm fall night.

How lovely and happy and real.
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And I had a crap filled day, but in my numerous attempts at fresh air and perspective I thought of these two and thanked them for the borrowed joy of their memory.

And then recieved a post card from a kindred spirit in West Jerusalem.

And then a smile from the toothy happy North Korean boy who grins so hard each day that I cannot help but laugh back at him, no matter how sour my mood.

And finally, to cheer myself up officially, I bought $34 of new underwear. (to replace the damage done by Mia)
My sister gets her hair cut when she is distressed. My friends get their nails done. I buy underwear.

Still feeling sick and disgruntled but unsurprisingly much happier in my soul.