The Joy of Reading

A life without the delights of what other humans can create, with their minds and hearts and hands, it could probably be survived. But it would certainly only be half-lived. And working here, playing music every day, reading lyrics between ringing up records, hearing the stories that go with the songs, the memories they revive for customers. It has made me appreciate an adorned life, a decorated romanticized life,. A life where when you get out of work on a sunny afternoon and feel called by the day to do something sweet and spontaneous, you do. I walked through the streets, stopping to duck my head into the book shop and wave to my friend behind the counter. She had