A little joy, without a caption.

An original reading · Under a minute

You laughed before you remembered to lower your voice.

Keep that part.

The song, the ridiculous text, the child explaining a world they have just invented. The tiny beautiful thing that did not fix anything and still changed the afternoon.

Black women deserve stories with room for pleasure. Room for silliness. Room to be brilliant and tired and deeply unserious in the same hour.

You do not have to photograph the good moment to make it count. You do not have to turn it into advice.

Let it be something you had. Let that be enough.