The other day at Barnes and Noble,
While taking another sip of chai,
The smile on Mickey's face did not feel right.
Something was missing.
Mickey turned a bit inward and checked out the thoughts in his head.
He was still reviewing the great over-the-water golf shot on the last hole to tie for the round.
He had been three holes down in match play with three holes to go.
On 16,
His opponent had to lay up and Mickey thought,
It's make it or break it,
And went for long ball over the water to the green.
He made that and also won the last two holes.
Fun for him to reminisce,
But still a distraction from the even happier body-mind sensations of now.
As Mickey let go of the image of the ball going over the water,
He smiled and felt as though he was slipping into a tub of pleasantly hot water.
All the small muscles on his face relaxed at one time,
Replaced by an even happier tone.
A scratchy voice from the adjacent table that had been an unwelcome distraction was still there,
So Mickey turned to it with all of his attention.
It now became the present tip of the iceberg of his existence.
Listening intently to the sound and not any interpretation of the words,
He discovered another soul just like his own,
Just trying to be happy.
Mickey finished his extra hot chai latte and went upstairs to his favorite book section,
Smiling continually as he rode the escalator patiently to the top.
Enough with just having a good time,
He thought,
Remembering that the search for a new book had been planned for today's activity.
