I'm not trying to stereotype INFPs as crybabies and whatnot, but sometimes I cry from things that I feel no one else would understand, and I want to write about it.
Please share what has made you cry if you, too, would like to ruminate on your moment. Happy tears, sad tears, confused tears, any flavor is welcome here.
During my commute, I drive on a four-lane road with a large, grassy median. This is an accidentally created habitat for some birds of prey because it creates a brief prairie-like landscape. I often see red-tailed hawks perched on the electrical poles, looking out for prey. I see them soaring high overhead and sometimes I see them swooping down. It always makes me nervous because they fly so low over the road that they could get hit by trucks. They're so larger than life that it's hard to imagine hawks as roadkill.
I was feeling listless when I drove home today. I had seen a raptor soaring a little low, and I remembered all the things about hawks and a memory I have of one flying in front of my car. A mile or so later, I saw the flourish of a low-flying red-tailed hawk on the far side of the road. Its wings caught the gold of the setting sun. In a way I had expected the hawk, and it was flying to intersect the path of my car. I braked a split second after I saw it coming and cried out when it looked like we would meet. As the bird reached the nose of my car, it pulled up at the last millisecond and glided over me. I was so relieved! I would have been heartbroken if I had hit the beautiful bird. I started crying because the bird got to live. Nobody hurt it.