I walk down Hanover Avenue in unprompted ecstasy. I delight at nothing, at the blue African lilies leaping onto the sidewalks, at small clouds spotting the sky. A cyclist bombs down the street and the yellow polyester of his jersey flutters behind him. The sight sends waves of joy up my neck. Delight at nothing is also delight at everything.
delighting in the senses
delighting in the senses
delighting in the senses
I walk down Hanover Avenue in unprompted ecstasy. I delight at nothing, at the blue African lilies leaping onto the sidewalks, at small clouds spotting the sky. A cyclist bombs down the street and the yellow polyester of his jersey flutters behind him. The sight sends waves of joy up my neck. Delight at nothing is also delight at everything.