I smile. Then you do.
If you just say, “good morning”
I will smile all day.
I walk down the street with my goofy wide smile. I look straight into peoples eyes, as if showing them that my smile is real. Most people seem to get it, and I even get a few smiles back in passing.
Smiling alone can’t make us happy, but I personally am happier when I am letting my smile fly freely.
(It only really scares a few people, and I pass them quickly anyhow.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad, and the hopelessly addictive “Hopeful in Seattle” haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Did you respond to one? Put your best smile on and email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those mood-changing syllables for all eternity.