The Reference Library is a safe haven for temporary hermits like me.
Sitting in the Balzac cafe,
starring out the window at the people rushing home,
I don't envy their destination,
but appreciate that they are going wherever they're going.
Walking, keeping pace, slowing, pacing, glancing in.
I am simply someone – invisible and safe to do as I please.
The rich smell of coffee keeps me awake in the dark fall night.
while I rebelliously sip on cold, bottled orange juice.
Back to the books.