Some people talk and talk
and never say a thing;
Some people look at you
and birds start to sing.Some people laugh and laugh,
and yet you want to cry;
Some people touch your hand
and music fills the sky.-Charlotte Zolotow
When two people of the first kind meet, fog meets frost, and they dully pass their dreary existence on this bleak earth in mutual tolerance.
When a person of the second kind meets a person of the first kind, the spring meets the snow, and perhaps a green shoot or two might possibly be drawn out of that cold, hard ground.
When two people of the second kind meet, heaven erupts and the earth rejoices, the trees shower forth blossoms of bliss, the wispy clouds perform their strange ethereal dance beneath the smiling sun, and in the distance, one can hear the sound of church bells ringing.
