Just your friendly neighborhood library

I got in some good library time today. I wanted to get some good self-editing books, and something inspiring to read. As I walked down the rows of books, I couldn't help but marvel at the amount of knowledge we have at our fingertips. Standing next to a row of great books and reading their titles, gives me a satisfied, comfortable feeling, like I'm looking at beautiful photographs of people I once knew and really miss.

*Is that weird or what?* Seriously, when I'm old and gray, some kid will come up to me in the library and ask why I'm weeping over Tennyson, and I'll look up and say, "Oh, I'm just laying ole Tenny to rest."

**Sentimental**

I've always loved libraries. What's not to like? They seem so mature and sensible, like a place where one can be quiet and reflect. Is it sacrilegious to say that libraries seem almost like the inside of a church? There's definitely a resemblance. Perhaps the connection has something more do with the fact that many of the books in the library are about amazing people. Then again, on the other hand, there are books about people exactly the opposite.

Still, I can't help but love the satisfied quiet of the library. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that all good beginnings are there---as with the endings. Maybe that fact alone gives the unsure people, like me, the feeling that our endings, whatever they are, will be good ones.