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As I Once Again Crush

 I went to the library this past week and remembered how much I loved it.  Just sitting there, staring up at its gorgeous skylight windows.  I love those windows. I wondered how many times I've come back here when life has let me down.  

I forgot how much I loved sitting among people....just sitting with a quiet hum and bustle around me.  Complete safety, no expectations, no need to move or talk or even smile.  No need to spend energy or money.  Just being. 

I indulged in the joy of perusing the stacks. I looked at and picked up books I will probably never read. I imagined lives I will never live, places I will never go.  

I watched people, young and old.  People like me who count the library as their "third place".  People who can come back and feel at home no matter how long they've been gone.  The library always welcomes you back.  It doesn't remind you of your mistakes.  The doors open and you immediately feel that cool air and the subtle but strong reminder of actual paper books.  I hope I love that scent and the feeling it gives me my entire life.  


I can only imagine all the other library lovers who have sat under these huge skylight windows and loved them as much as me.  I think it's kinda like church for some of us, and we all go for different reasons.  For some it's learning, study, research.  For others it's socialization and community.  And for many (like me) it's peace and reflection.  The books are just a bonus!

And of course, this isn't my first Gaston County Library Appreciation Post and probably not the last.  I would encourage my dear readers to visit your local library and revel in what it gives you.  Even if it is checking out an awful Twilight or Fifty Shades book.  

Sorry, not sorry. 

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