Cracking a Smile

During a stretch of deep depression about eight years ago I was swimming religiously, to try to lift my spirits. One Sunday morning I was on my way home from the YMCA pool feeling so deeply dark and haunted. Just as I arrived on my street I saw a guy on the sidewalk, at the base of my driveway, talking on the pay-phone while wearing gigantic fluffy yellow-and-bright-orange slippers resembling chicken feet. It was the middle of winter!! I cracked a smile, feeling that divine intervention had taken place.