Morning was windy with a mild sun , a red peach on the hills. The tree broke into bright yellow flowers with not a leaf.
People of a laughter club come here to laugh together. The laughing club will now do a dance of laughter. They have a habit of laughing for nothing. They laugh their sides off, as if the wind has tickled them in their bones.
They hold their sides from falling off and spin like tops their raunchy torsos. When their laughter is done ,they are serious facades scowling at the red peach of a sun.
How thought goes astray 