What was the very best moment of your day? In “The Anthologist,” Nicholson Baker wrote: “One time it was when I was driving past a certain house that was screaming with sunlitness on its white clapboards, and then I plunged through tree shadows that splashed and splayed across the windshield. I thought, Ah, of course— I’d forgotten. You, windshield shadows, you are the best moment of the day.” Out of this moment, a poem, an essay or other word celebration gets seeded from something so small — something all too easily overlooked and forgotten. Good to notice and treasure those best little moments.