Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I am craving an evening spent in a cozy bookstore.
Walls lined with words bound in leather and linen. Heart felt writings, thoughts and poetry. Chronicling reality and imagination.
I wish to be sitting in a deep couch, leather and over-stuffed, sipping a creamy hot chocolate and savoring a pumpkin tart. Pouring over a story of someones life, full and adventurous.
The comforting hum of other patrons perusing the aisles and aisles of books. People laughing and whispering and buying stories that they will tell to their children before bed.
Maybe this weekend I'll take my babies and they can help me eat my tart!