There is so much out there. So many people, so many places. More than I can eve begin to comprehend and understand. I'm sitting in Denver, CO in the Tattered Covered Bookstore. It's huge. Green carpet. Neatly organized, brand new books with crisp jackets and clean pages. The newness of the bindings here lacks some of the charm that I love about Redux in Grand Rapids. The smell is definitely different. The smell of old books is overwhelming and comforting at Redux. Right now, I'm smelling the wooden pen that I'm "borrowed" from an abandoned desk to my right. I'm thinking I might borrow it forever, as a souvenir, I mean where else have you seen a pen made out of wood?
I just finished Time and Silence by Caroline Halley Des Fontaines. It's a collection of black and white photographs from Tibet, Kenya, India. So much that is so foreign to me. So much unknown. Alien. I'm traversing the country this summer. Ans there is still so much to see and experience.
I can hear the rain on the roof, just barely over the extremely loud climate control system. Rachel appears, on the phone, chatting with Jess who is already in San Diego. Meredith appears a moment later. It is time to go. I scribble down my last thoughts and rise from my perch on the wooden step stool. It is time to re-enter my tiny little world. Time to run through the rain on the streets of Denver while millions of other people, in a million different places, are doing a million different things.
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