Little moments of joy

As I write, the lowering sun is gently shining on the monstera plant in the living room, casting a shadow on the wall. I am enjoying the changes in light outside as the longest day draws to a close. The birds sing quietly outside.Yesterday, the clouds started to move away for the first time in days, leaving a sky so clear at sunset I couldn’t see a cloud out the window. The clarity carried on to this day: for all the day there have been few clouds in the sky. I look out the window and see a few clouds. I briefly imagine what a city in the clouds would be like, but I can’t formulate a complete picture in my imagination. The clouds themselves say so much that I am preoccupied by studying what I see.I write down little moments of joy as I go around the world: “the joy of watching the sun set under a clear sky,” “the joy of someone seeing you so clearly after only saying a few words,” “the joy of singing a song to yourself while waiting for the bus”. These moments come at random. That is…