There are over 20 different ways to cry (and countless more reasons to).

There’s the “laugh so hard at Rory Schovel’s poop jokes the tears are streaming down my face” howl.
The “hitch in the breath, lower lip trembling, nose dripping with snot” blubbering.
The “fist through the wall in burning frustration” wail… and so on.

in a good year, we’ll experience a few of those jags.
A single Kleenex to dry the cheeks and eyes –
providing a quick release of all the joy, rage, fear, grief and gratitude inside.

But those aren’t the tears we’re making no15e about today.
We’re talking about crying.

What comes out when the soul claws its way to the surface of the heart, past all the fear and life and logical thoughts, and lets go a tsunami of 100%, purely distilled tears.

When our deepest pockets and darkest corners are flushed out for the first time in years for the wounds heal.

Where the vein in the middle of the forehead pops out and throbs.
When that vein emerges, you know you are really crying.

We never forget when those tears fall… where we were, what we were doing.

June 12, 2004, NYC
July 1, 2012, Northview Rd in Waukesha.
November 24, 2019, finish line at the Philadelphia Marathon.
Today. Here. Now.

When is the last time that vein opened up in your head and heart and washed it all away?
Make some no15e.