A Reason to smile
Man, a prom full of writers; looks more like a tumblr AA meeting to me, but then again alcoholics always are the best to party with. I look around and all I see or adjectives tied to flowery nouns streaming from the ceiling. There's a soft glow of romance and friendship hanging in the air, like the sweet smell of a blossomed rose tinged with the spicy scent of whiskey and beer.
Everywhere I turn I hear the roar of hundreds of creative minds sharing ideas in the poetic verse and lengthy works of prose that pour forth from lips upturned in light hearted smiles, which seem infectious as I feel one tug at the edge of my lips as well.
I see, too, the wall flowers scribbling dreams away on napkins as they look on at those more social creatures; not sad at their self induced exclusion, but rather happy to enjoy the spectacle from a distance.
But as I look around what I really see is the wonderful community of highly intelligent and creative people I have come to call home, and I suspect that is the real reason for all the smiles. We, vagabonds all, have somehow all come together in this place to celebrate the family that we have become, and that's a reason to smile if you ask me.
