The Library

Fifty miles from nowhere I constructed a library. Carved into the side of an east-facing slope is a 30-foot long structure, just wide enough for a row of bookshelves against the back wall, a few chairs, and a small credenza with a record player. The east facing wall is mostly glass. The roof is covered is grasses and wildflowers, which bloom with purples and blues, reds, and yellows in the spring and summer.

When I’ve reached my limit with the world, I escape to my little library. I put on a record, make some tea, and enjoy getting lost in alternate realities.