The difference between the facial expressions of the rich and the poor has always fascinated me.
The childlike laughter that explodes from monks is a polar opposite to the expression of the uber wealthy who often show a genuine disdain for those who fail to grab anything that isn't nailed down regardless of ownership.
Melancholy often feels like poverty and happiness is the wildest kind of wealth. I am rich when laughter tears run down my cheeks during a game of dominos. Money becomes part of the equation only when my pockets run dry and coins gain significance of the first degree.
I always sign up for Powerball and keep a list of where and how to distribute it. Amazing? Once I won $150 and split it with the granddaughter who went with me to collect. I wonder if she still has her money. Not. Me, too.
Thanks to Sunday Scribblings for the prompt. And to Wordle for the word cloud.