I feel the need to go to the library today. I don’t know if it is because the sky is overcast gray and there is a chill in the air or if it is because I have been under so much stress lately. At any rate, I am going to attempt to go.
I want to walk up and down aisles of books stretching far above my head. I want to breath in that smell of paper written wonder. I don’t know what I will check out, but then I never usually do. I just wander around until something catches my eye or a random stray thought prods me in a direction. I typically leave the library with almost more than I can carry and there is usually little rhyme or reason in my selections beyond the thought “I want to read that.”
Today though I think I may go in search of Orson Scott Card. I have been meaning to read his Alvin Maker series for sometime and have never gotten around to it. I have a long day of errands to run today and I am anxious that not everything will turn out the way I hope it will. Having a steady paper friend waiting on me when my day is done is something to look forward to.