Never Stop Dancing

Dear neighbor,I pass by you a couple times a week, me walking my dog, you grooving to what must be awesome tunes in your earbuds and smoking a joint on the sidewalk across from our “smoke-free” apartment campus.You look so happy and in-the-moment, you dance like you feel the music in your bone marrow, you hold your joint like it’s a ceremonial item, you grin at me as if we’re both in on some delicious secret of life.I just want to thank you for creating your own joy and