People were smiling — there was a cheerful tilt when they spoke, a tiny glint in their eyes — that it was almost contagious.
You couldn’t talk to someone and not have your lip curl upward at the edges.
I wasn’t used to it.
It was unnerving, sort of.
Pleasantly alarming, kind of.
It made me feel oddly enough that I had to look around, turn my head from one side to another, just to see if anyone else felt the same undeniably light energy that I could.
The guy next to me took notice. He smiled at me and said, “Feels strange, doesn’t it?
And I looked around the car again, at the faces of complete strangers and their reckless smiles braving the world and thought, yeah,
Yeah it does feel strange.
I always did like strange things.