The joy of reading

I woke up a bit late today. I was a bit groggy as I went through the early morning rituals. I cooked my lunch, packed it. I went and took a shower. I ate my breakfast. I slipped on my shoes, put on my headphones, and left for work.

I saw the metro leaving the station just as I came down the escalator. I could look at the HSL app to figure out when the next metro is due and leave accordingly, or at least know. But, to be honest, it has never been a big deal. The next metro arrives in 5 to 8 minutes. Today, as well, it wasn't.

All of this to say, I was not super happy as I took my seat on the metro. Nor was I miffed. I was OK.

But then I opened A Psalm for the Wild-Built. And my mood changed. I was transported to that solar-punk world, joining Dex and Mosscap on Panga on their adventures.

There was a particular section of the book that I was reading this morning. It was written beautifully as Dex tries to explain why they are doing what they are doing. Why they decided to come this way, in the wilderness.

And I felt so happy. So fucking happy.

This is something that only books can do. Transport you to places. And man was I transported today.

I finished the book today. It was a short book, but I enjoyed it. On to the next one.