call in the dark

I was in the middle of a perfectly beautifully depressing story when a girl called me and I lost my emotional motivation for writing. At one moment I was a man lost, trying to figure out the scatter clues of his ransacked apartment. I stood their in the mist of my broken life when the phone rang. I pick it up and that world was shattered. So pleasant a voice and claming a demeanor one can’t but help but be drag (even kicking and screaming) to a happier state of mind. When the call ended I had lost all taste for the story. I simply couldn’t remember where I was taking the reader, but I didn’t want to know. I was simply glad to be alive and wanted to think of happier things for the moment. So here is to women and people and things that make us glad to be alive.
I would like to hear some things that have drag others into a more joyful disposition.