This a very personal post, so indulge me. For many years my safe place, my peaceful place has been the public library. Maybe its the familiarity, the happy memories, the quiet or being surrounded by the company of books. Today’s visit did more for my spirit even more than usual.
I decided to ignore the pervasive doom, the fears of COVID and the uncertainty of political unrest. I was not unaware the strangeness of wearing a mask, the large shields at the checkout counter or following tape arrows on the floor to be six feet apart from others. Visitors are counted as they come in and as they leave the building to maintain no more than forty at a time.
In spite of the COVID adaptations, I could still go to the library and pick up a book of my choice. I could look at the stunning room-size mural of Robin Hood where the children’s department used to be.