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 immediate...
I've got a lot of thoughts.....I've got a lot of plans