Joyful
He stood on the street corner, waiting for the lights to change. He was bundled from head to toe, muffled and mittened and buttoned and hatted, a forty-year-old toddler on his own in the city.
He was looking up at the buildings and grinning with sheer happiness. His spontaneous joy was contagious.
He was looking up at the buildings and grinning with sheer happiness. His spontaneous joy was contagious.
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