I laugh because I am happy. The man sitting next to me thinks I am insane. But, this train is taking me to a warm home. I will be welcomed by familiar walls, familiar scents, a familiar definition of Love. I am blessed and I am counting those blessings with my joy. He moves away because everyone else is frowning, and that’s the norm. Everyone else’s is fatigued from a day that drain them. Yet, i am crazy because I am excited about the end of my day. I smile at this man hoping to infect him with my brand of crazy. He looks away, I am still happy because my day has just started. I am moving closer to Love.