I found this picture and it made me dream having a library like this!
One with walls and walls of books. With rich woods and brick.
So I could go hid away...
Maybe find one hidden away, one from years back. With dust lining the edge of the pages and the cover worn with love.
Words are one of our biggest gifts. I love how a word, a sentance, or a paragraph can take you to a whole new world. Excite you, make you dream or ignite a passion inside of you. The book that I love the most for this is the bible. But I think God equipped people specifically with the skill of writing to spark the imagination to help you discover foreign lands and far away places. To inspire you to get out there and live your dream. Books are not just mean to live vicariously though. I wish I was there right now.
Wandering the aisles, running my hands along all the textures.
Walking barefoot, feeling the rich soft carpet.
Like a kid in a candy store.
All the stories just shouting from their shelves.
I wish I was going to University in the states sometimes. Somewhere like Yale or Stanford. The buildings are so rich and luxurius. The mass of brick, the pillars, the arches, the architecture in general. I feel I could read in a feild in the fall for house surrounded by the beauty and warmth of the buildings and fall colors. Cozied up in jacket and a few layers of knits. Go class to class in those hallways rich with history thinking about all who have walked through here. Sometime I think I should go into architecture, but I really don't dream of myself doing that i'm just amazing by it and what can compliment it.
