I wish I could share the smells with you. I've talked about them before, I know, but still. It's the smells that stick with you. They can call up poignant memories of the past, of an event, of a person or place.
There's a corner of the store I love, and I can't even tell you why. It's at the back, with a window nearby and shelves all around. I stand there and just stand, not even needing to look at the books around me. Total immersion, I guess you can call it. I'm surrounded and it's peaceful.
Turn around and there is the light, the light at the end of the tunnel. Out there, outside, is the real world, a world where things aren't a clear as they are in here. Things make more sense surrounded by books--you know that if you look, you can find an answer.
Standing, looking down from mystery and sci-fi, I feel like Fleming's Bond--he's just on the other side of the aisle. My camera becomes my weapon as I covertly take pictures, attempting to preserve a little bit of this place that holds so much for me.