The Muse of Mirth
“To a man of pleasure every moment appears to be lost, which partakes not of the vivacity of amusement.” ~Joseph Addison
Now the muse of mirth comes by, wearing a costume of water sparkles and the perfume of fresh air. She comes to please, to charm, to delight. So playfully she teases!
She somersaults onto the table top and regales you with her stories. They coax from you a smile, a laugh, and then she tells you more. And before you know what’s happened, you are rolling in the aisle.
She tosses the petals of tickled pinks into the crowd and whomever they land on has a special dream: this one’s team scores the win; that one says, “Checkmate!”; the woman on the right is surrounded by cribs full of giggling babies; a child plays with kittens and balls of yarn; that one roller skates; another has snagged tickets for front row seats; dozens dance.
And when the dream is dispelled, each returns to his or her reality refreshed and renewed. And the muse smiles softly as she tiptoes out the door, her mission accomplished.
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