A Rainy Day
libraries make room for those who find solace and small conversations in the midst of a day
today i was upstairs in our local library reading and taking notes my car was unavailable until much later so i settled into a soft comfortable chair four brown chairs faced a round table covered with sections of the times, the globe, and the local newspaper
a woman sat opposite me and read magazines, or rather flipped through them a man sat down to my right , " nice day to read inside" -- he skimmed the local paper and remarked, " fine football team we got kids have heart and they might win it all" a man sat down and picked up the boston globe, looked my way, and said "it's really raining."
the research librarian set up an intricate 750 piece puzzle on a large table two women hung over the puzzle one created a frame while the other fashioned finished sections neither spoke nor looked at one another
i sat reading and watching the two women parallel, enclosed in a self constructed space
one woman stood up and collected her bag and book and left
later i spotted the woman who created the puzzle frame she sat in a straight back chair surrounded by shelves of dvds a book stayed open on the table she stared straight ahead the words on the page didn't hold her attention