Call us nerds but Thom and I love hanging out at libraries. There is something magical about them. Maybe it’s the smell of old musty books, or the silent pleas from characters who live among all those pages: read me, get to know me, like me! Maybe it’s all that knowledge gathered and compiled waiting to be absorbed. Or maybe it’s the stillness that lingers in the air and quiet whispers of respectful conversation that is entrancing and comforting. Whatever it is, the library in Little Rock has plenty of it.
As much as I love downtown Little Rock and the River Market District, I never knew that the Little Rock Public Library was right in downtown. That was pretty nerdy, methinks. We spent Saturday afternoon exploring all five floors.
There’s a chair that sits in the bay of this window. The sunshine warms it’s fabric making settling in a lovely experience. I’ve put my name on that chair for future use. Traffic whizzes by on the street below. The trolley passes and faces peer from it’s windows looking up at the majesty of the library that looms above.
There is much news to read about from all over the world. I love the sounds of newspapers shuffling, chairs being scooted from under tables, books being open and closed, and pages turning slowly.
And, when it’s time to leave, favorite old friends are there to wave goodbye, wish you well, and call out for a speedy return. Thanks, Emily. I shall…and soon.
Yes.
That library is my favorite.
(Well, other than my childhood library in STL… but I think maybe that's only in my memory b/c it's where I learned the library love!)