Disobedient Delight
If being an informed person invites a dictatorship of sorrow, delight is a poke in the dictator's eye.
We went to a nature drawing class at the local botanical garden. It was a beautiful wind-blown afternoon. There had been more than one massacre in the news. I remarked to my friend that we were finding delight in the midst of darkness.
I settled down cross-legged next to a bed of Swiss chard. I tried to sketch the fluttering green and purple waves of lea…