There are times when I just can't interrupt laughter's Niagara.
Eyes squint, cheeks rise, lips stretch, teeth clinch, breath surges, heart simmers, soul dances.
At times, duct-tears roll profuse with deep inaudible dialogue.
The evidence of glee upholds the veracity of God's presence.
How can such spiritual muscularity evolve without its Primary Source?
Photography: Benny Dychangco / Medan, North Sumatra