Rollicking lilting: an unseen young woman's chortle haunts my ears. Angelic chuckling softens my heart. Occasionally, in a swooning despair, I lean out the window to blindly seek her face, the fount, only to be splashed with a fresh outpouring of cherubic mirth. Assured, languid, bright, content — all I've wanted to experience in a woman. Intermittent eternal trumpet of joy — tittering with gusto — driving me up to heaven.