auditory uplift through flight-by-paper
Those appendages cemented to either side of my skull? Earring racks! Well, at least, that’s how I treat them…
Poor unappreciated ears - you do so much for me, and thanklessly.
I find myself half-watching America’s Got Talent - Tuesday nights in August are happenin’!! - when a relatively tame act by a sweet epileptic boy comes on. He has some interesting high-flyer kites he gracefully swings about in time to Josh Groban (“You Raise Me Up,” how perfect?) and with each ceiling-approaching twist of the kite, the audience enthusiastically raises its collective cry to fever-pitch. He’s flying, and concentrating, and, now, smiling. The sound is a fabulous thing! At a time when he cannot peel his glassies away from his kite, he can hear the approval, the appreciation, the unabashed exclamations of a whole crowd of people, egging, urging, hoping, him on!
Aided by the icy tentacles of the air conditioner, I try as hard as I can to ward off good feeling and warm spirits, but I’m powerless against the infectious uplift of kites and clapping. And I see, I love this clapping: so much palpable goodwill floating unrestrained through the airwaves.
And it’s like an undeniable force propelling me forward…I couldn’t help but rush off to Tumblr-land, for my first visit in months - oh dear, and, so sorry! - to share my enthusiasm…for enthusiasm.
