Do you know how it is to find a ca
rd in your mailbox advising you a parcel has arrived? Do you know how it is to present the card at the counter and have the clerk heft a sturdy box into your expectant arms?
Do you know how it is to cradle the box with infinite tenderness, transporting it from the Post Office to the truck, from the truck to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the blessed sanctuary of the library?
Do you know how it is to catch your breath as you open the flaps, and gasp as light falls upon the covers and dustjackets cloaking the volumes within?
Do you know how it is to lift six books to your face in turn, smelling their heady perfume of paper and ink?
Do you know how it is to sit with these new books, stroking their spines with your thumb and tracing their embossed titles with your forefinger?
Do you know how it is to open each book - no more than 90ยบ, their backs are delicate - and let the pages fall gently over one another?
Do you know how it is to close your eyes as the cool whisperbreath of inkwords kisses your face?
Do you know?
.:sigh:.
It is bliss.
Peace ~
4 comments:
I know. :)
And I get to work in a high school library where I get to experience this feeling multiple times throughout the year. Before Christmas we received a shipment of nearly 100 books. :)
You do have a way with words.
Not for me, this parcel of books. I would grouch all the way home from the post office about how heavy they were to carry. LOL
Then when I arrived home I would rip open the package, paying no attention to the sweet paper it was wrapped in, grab the first book and curl up with it in front of the fire.
And dear Hubby would get left overs again!
sounds wonderful!!
pure bliss indeed, my friend!...
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