What Delights You Now?

Not what impresses you.

Not what you should care about.

What delights you?

Birdsong.

Linen.

The smell of rosemary.

Maps.

Tiny villages.

Blue doors.

Sea glass.

A particular shade of green.

Delight changes over time.

And perhaps that matters.

Because delight tells us something.

Not what we ought to do.

But what makes us feel alive.