“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.”
― Roman Payne
We are library people.
Little old ladies-in-training, she and I. It's how we get our fix.
When she was small, we'd dutifully mount the steps each Thursday morning to sit at the feet of our beloved, red-headed librarian and hear her read from that week's chosen stack. If it was only us, she'd sit down with us anyway, and graciously pore through the dust-jacketed treasures, one-by-one.
We will show up on the random Tuesday and sit down for the free caterpillar bookmark craft (we made two), then take our empty shopping bag around the corner and begin to ladle it full of that week's bounty.
We are ravenous and greedy in our pursuit.
IF you can carry it, you can bring it, so the Logic goes.