Surprised by joy
Looking east from 16th and Noe at four in the afternoon, foreground to background, shaded street, shaded near buildings, sunlit far buildings, sunlit bay, sunlit docks, sunlit hills, blue heaven. A narrow angle on the water sets the towers and hills more than usual into one design on opposite shores.
It’s an embarrassing emotion, and always out of place: there’s never a proper time for it, you’re always flouting some nearer sorrow that deserves your attention, you’ll be paying it back with interest. That kind of accounting has been second nature for so long.
