A Trip to the Library

It's 12:10am as I write this and it was such a perfectly sunny day today, I really felt true bliss circulating around me. I went over to the local library and saw some trees that had completely lost their pink blossoms, the evidence scattered on the ground but missing from the branches. In the library, there's a section with 2024-2026 releases, colour-coded by year, and I thought that was such a fun section to have. It's right by a large reading nook. Someone had left an Ali Smith book on one of the little tables.

I don't usually make direct blog posts here, I mean, accounts of my day, but there's something about it, when I do, that feels very satisfying. It's the pure blog post. The platonic ideal. The library is wide and mostly empty, and the particular way they had their sections organised interested me, because it was different from the library I visited last. I thought, hmm, I never really think about how different libraries can be. My other local library, that is, the one from where I grew up, has a lot more categories throughout the space. They have a little classics section, from where I pulled the short and delicious The Pearl, a genuinely magical book that I read earlier this year. But today's library has no classics section.

My aunt invariably sends our nebulous family group chat pictures from walks with her dog, just a thing to update us on, routine yet notable. There is something special about any little walk, this action says. And it's true, there is something special about any little walk, if you want there to be.

So of course, another picture of her dog, strolling alongside my granddad, his back to the camera, floats onto my phone. Like so much falling blossom.

Perhaps I will read a book that was released in 2024.