More Joy Day
Jan. 14th, 2022 04:51 pmfor this year More Joy day, I shall post my answer to
eglantiere's prompt:
can you write, on any day, of things that bring you uncomplicated, sensory pleasure? tactile, or visual, or audial, or some sense of 'oh, nice' -things, or activities, or anything like that.
Air, warm and sweet, just after the sunset; lilac bushes; the smell of freshly-mowed grass; when my bunny jumps in my lap and lets me pet her; the sound of a passing train far away beyond the forest; hugging people I love; drinking coffee with milk and eating a pastry in just the right moment; when I finished hiking a mountainous trail or completed some other heavy physical exercise and can go home and rest; sunset sky, forests that remind me my home forests of Northwestern Russia, ocean on Hawaii, walking alone in Rome (any other city is fine, too, Rome was just the last time it happened like that), eating ice cream while walking in the cold weather, seeing a beautiful bird in the wild, picking up horse chestnut fruit, and holding in my palm smooth auburn spheres. Putting them in a pocket and then forgetting about their existence for a year and finding them again and stroking their dry, ridged shells.
Ok, I’ll stop for now. It already looks like a mix of the
Pillow Book and
Денискины Рассказы, and I am pretty sure I am forgetting something really important. But I want to post it today! heh.
can you write, on any day, of things that bring you uncomplicated, sensory pleasure? tactile, or visual, or audial, or some sense of 'oh, nice' -things, or activities, or anything like that.
Air, warm and sweet, just after the sunset; lilac bushes; the smell of freshly-mowed grass; when my bunny jumps in my lap and lets me pet her; the sound of a passing train far away beyond the forest; hugging people I love; drinking coffee with milk and eating a pastry in just the right moment; when I finished hiking a mountainous trail or completed some other heavy physical exercise and can go home and rest; sunset sky, forests that remind me my home forests of Northwestern Russia, ocean on Hawaii, walking alone in Rome (any other city is fine, too, Rome was just the last time it happened like that), eating ice cream while walking in the cold weather, seeing a beautiful bird in the wild, picking up horse chestnut fruit, and holding in my palm smooth auburn spheres. Putting them in a pocket and then forgetting about their existence for a year and finding them again and stroking their dry, ridged shells.
Ok, I’ll stop for now. It already looks like a mix of the
Pillow Book and
Денискины Рассказы, and I am pretty sure I am forgetting something really important. But I want to post it today! heh.