Looking down at the fiction books from the third floor in this picture and would afterwards look among them for something random like a novel just found. In the furthest distance, I wasn’t sure if it was as I’d remembered but it was— that entranceway is the non-fiction section and also where you’ll find the poetry books, at the furthest end of it.
When I returned again to the poetry shelf, I was happy, it had such a positive feeling there that I too, could feel, but I consciously placed my hand over my heart more calmly, so I wouldn’t be mistaken for having a heart attack. 😅
And yoga has made it easy for me to reach high things whether I am wearing heels or flats, and I spotted a book up high that I felt I’d like and felt such excitement, whispered aloud, ‘I want that book’ as I reached up and stood taller, and a little breathless, I got the book down. I thought I was alone, but somewhat nearby in the distance, I saw a woman working on her laptop, but I don’t think she’d heard, and I usually don’t speak aloud like that in the library. 😊
I am cooking lunch as I write this, scrambled eggs, plant-based bacon, and stir-fried spinach, a breakfast-like meal that is just as delicious for lunch, and it’s ready. I will have a mandarin, too, afterwards, inspired by a friend’s photo of her refrigerator that I greatly appreciated.