“This morning I was walking through Manhattan, head down, checking directions, when I looked up to see a fruit truck selling lychee, two pounds for five bucks, and I had ten bucks in my pocket! Then while buying my bus ticket for later that evening I witnessed the Transbridge teller’s face soften after she had endured a couple unusually rude interactions in front of me as I kept eye contact and thanked her. She called me honey first (delight), baby second (delight), and almost smiled before I turned away. (Aug. 1)”
–Ross Gay, “1. My Birthday, Kinda”, A Book of Delights, p. 3
[In A Book of Delights, poet Ross Gay set himself the task of writing one essay per day for an entire year about something delightful. While he skipped some days, the resulting volume is one of clear-eyed wonder in a world that is filled with sorrow, fear, pain, and loss, as well as delight. –Deborah Sokolove]
