Joy in the summer
I reflect frequently on the strange little person I must be.
In summer, the most popular conception of joy may be the warm weather, the potential for outdoor activities, and the leisure time.
But I find myself inordinately satisfied by a large pot of coffee, a good factual read, a comfortable sofa, and the soft tones of rain on the window. Nothing feels quite like it, and it's one aspect of this otherwise maligned season that I love.
In summer, the most popular conception of joy may be the warm weather, the potential for outdoor activities, and the leisure time.
But I find myself inordinately satisfied by a large pot of coffee, a good factual read, a comfortable sofa, and the soft tones of rain on the window. Nothing feels quite like it, and it's one aspect of this otherwise maligned season that I love.