This is a collection of thoughts and experiences of living in the urban jungle. Mind space is limited and my ink spilled over here. . .
Monday, January 31, 2011
The Library
There is nothing like the smell of the library. I remember as a child, the excitement when returning a book. Everything looked and felt larger than life. My shoes would click clack against the marble floors. I would caress the spines of the books on the shelves. The best part of the library was the stacks. I could spend all day, in a little nook, reading a book.
It is so sad that as an adult, I never have time to visit the library. Now, I have to settle for electronic readers. I long for those days in the library.
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I as a child was always at the library, I just adored reading.
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I enjoyed your post very much.
Yvonne.
Thanks Yvonne. It was my favorite place as a child too. It felt like home.
ReplyDeleteThere is a certain magic to libraries. I need to make more time to go. I always enjoy it when I am there.
ReplyDeleteYou should make more time to go to your library! They need people to love them again!!!
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