Stranger in the Night

I met a stranger in the night.

In the hostel lift.

She was scowling; I was frowning. She looked me top to toe and I wondered what she was thinking. Then she turned her head the other way and yawned. I guessed she wasn't thinking much. I turned my head the other way and yawned. Eventually as our yawns died down, our eyes met and we burst into laughter. I smiled goodnight as I walked out of the lift, knowing that we would both smile the next time we ran into each other.

Thank God for giving me little reasons to smile. Thank God for making me the reason for someone else's smile.