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I love tunneling into a bookstore when it's raining. When it's just pouring out. I'm thinking it might have something to do with the moisture shifting the air out and mixing with that smell every good bookstore wears like a badge of pride. I wish I could still escape into books the way I can still escape into bookstores, especially big ones, with creaky floors and staircases, and nooks. We have one like that here, sort of. It's got everything I said, and little rooms, piles of unorganized books on the floor, lots of steps, but it's also not nearby so I had to make due with the very clean, very new, 'independent' bookstore that is nearby. But the lighting is too even, it's too organized, and it's perfectly straight, carpeted, one long room of books starting with magazines, then fiction, then non-fiction, then travel and cooking and kids in the back. You're never going to find anything but what they have in the computer. Two computer actually, in one room they have two different counter areas. Shouldn't you not be able to find help in a bookstore because the people who work there already figured out where the best hiding spots were and got to them first? There's nobody in the back smoking something funny and ordering obscure books just because they have funny names or were written by a guy named Guy?
Nothing beats the sound of a heavy rain on corrugated metal roofs. I don't have one so I'm going to make a fire instead, after I take another walk out there - it's cold and windy and wet, but not too much, at least of the first two, I've never heard of too much rain on a lazy night.
Nothing beats the sound of a heavy rain on corrugated metal roofs. I don't have one so I'm going to make a fire instead, after I take another walk out there - it's cold and windy and wet, but not too much, at least of the first two, I've never heard of too much rain on a lazy night.