The Smell of Paper & Ink…
Oh, it was a joy to be there… I cannot BELIEVE it had been so many months since I’d visited.
Row upon row upon row of surprises, adventures, education, tears, and laughter… walking down each isle…if I closed my eyes and listened closely, I could hear each world happening as you walked by it…the magic spells of the fantasy, the exciting car chases of an adventure, the laser blasts of the sci-fi, the heartbreaking tears of the drama…the brain-growing knowledge of non fiction…it was all there, waiting for me.
I could not imagine if I didn’t have any responsibilities…an appointment of some sort to meet in 1 hour. I probably would have been there forever..
I ran my fingers across each adventure and felt it tempt me… to open, to read, to dream it. To experience the world it’s author had created. They were all….all hundreds and thousands of them… coaxing me forward…..and suddenly I saw myself. 80 years old… grey and hunched over…sitting at the same table at the indoor Starbucks as the world hurried by me in fast forward motion… back sore from all the sitting, but as happy as any human being could be.
All this..wonder…all this…dreaming…all this…adventure…..and I was only three isles in. I thumbed through Edgar Allen Poe, peeked at Frank Herbert, gazed longingly at J.R.R. Tolkien. I couldnt have been any happier than I was at that moment, anything was possible…and possible was my middle name. I owned the world… no, hundreds of thousands of them. Where would I begin?
And suddenly, my husband appeared from around the corner and broke me from my trance… the movie would start in 10 minutes, we had to go. Where had the hour gone? I swear it had only been 30 seconds! Unfortunately, I didn’t buy anything.. I couldn’t decide… but ……there’s always tomorrow, isn’t there?
Until I see you again, my beautiful playground of imagination and adventure. My goodness, the bookstore is an amazing place. There is no more tempting groups of words ever written than:
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