On Happiness
On Happiness It’s underrated, maybe too available. One cup runs into another and another under that, and more, all spilling into and over. Yes, the virus burned through our state old testament style and no one knows anything anymore. But here in the long, long evening, in a circle of trees and summer sounds, I am a know-nothing have-nothing party of one, filled and overfull and spilling happiness. I don’t know why. It doesn’t belong to me. Take as much as you like. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 