A Friday Morning

With haze drifting over the mountains from distant fires and with lower temperatures outside I’m reminded of sharpened pencils–that smell of hot wood as they are burnished to a fine point–and the taste of lumpy apple sauce after a long day of studying–the hints of cinnamon and nutmeg washing away memories of citation styles and page numbers.

But today, I am most reminded of the hush in a library.

It’s my first day back in several months… And it feels good to be home.

all set for a day of research


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