an expression of joy

There is a moment of suspicion after I say "These flowers are for you," and hand a stranger some bright yellow or pink flowers, when they expect to be harangued about religion or asked: "do you care about the starving children in Africa?", but when I smile and begin to walk away, a flood of joy washes over their face. Their surprised, suddenly beautiful faces me all floaty inside.

Spontneous acts of kindness touch everyone who witness them - I suppose that is the power of acting as a pure expression of joy (they are so unexpected). For the first flower I gave away I was sitting on the subway headed toward South Station. I was seated immediately next to one girl and across from another girl who looked exhausted and sad; she leaned her head on the pole to one side of her seat. I pulled out a flower and said quietly to the girl next to me "would you like a flower?" and she said: "yes, thank you." The next time I looked up at the girl across from me - she was beaming.

Also, I highly recommend dressing as an expression of joy (despite your friend's mockery), clearly it can yield fantastic results.

It is tempting to do this adventure every weekend.