|My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,|
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).
...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
She stood staring at the shelves line with books. Her eyes scanned the titles, took in the look of the spin or the cover if the book was turn out and felt her tension begin to dissipate. Here inside this giant room, surounded by books, she found a peace that eluded her elsewhere. She itched reach out and touch the books, run her hand over them, and feel the last of her anxiety vanish. Books had an unusual affect on her. She couldn't explain what exactly it was, but she accepted it without question even though being here with people milling around everywhere only helped to feed into her angst. It was an odd battle these two entities envoked within her. The need to run and escape the world was intense, but the pull of the books and the calming feeling they brought to her was a need she had to obey.