I love these early mornings here in the university library. Getting the bus before the into work and school rush and squash begins. Then into here before it begins filling up for the day. Knowing I’m part of that filling up. Yet still, early on like now, the place feeling like mine. Like I’ve come to inhabit it. An essential moment in your time with any great library. When it becomes your place.
The moment you know roughly how it works. Where things are. Knowing and hoping I’ll never know where everything is. Open to and hoping for surprise. The serendipities of future browsing all around me. In my place.
But knowing my way around well enough to sit here in stillness now. Right now on this early Friday morning. Sat in stillness and expectation, here in this wonderful place, full of things I don’t know and haven’t thought about. Not yet.
Sitting, quietly, thinking, writing.
Press ‘publish’ and read on. There’s always more to read.
Hours, a lecture, reading and much thinking later on, evening begins to arrive.
Another good week.