built to share

Tears are suppose to mean something. On the way to church all along downtown people were setting up chairs in prep of the big parade to begin the largest fair in the land. My radio was wailing out country tunes all the while my eyes are streaming. On the way home again the same thing happened. I am not a big fan of the fair probably because it makes me feel unattached. I am built to share. In fact all humans are built to share. When you can't or are denied, it is a slow death in your heart. Adding to that country tunes just compounded the emotion.