I am grateful for the walk up the hill. I like the time to think and plan. I feel I can work better away from my desk and the distractions of my room.
I like this library. It is in the school of education and feels far less intimidating than the main university library. They haven't yet done away with the self scanning machines and you can still take your book to be stamped at the desk.
I wend my way through the silence and the shelves. I have a list of books and numbers, scribbled hastily on the back of an envelope in my hand. I am searching for the right aisle and eventually I find it.
I pull the heavy book out and inwardly groan at how many pages this is going to be to read and note. I turn to the table nearest me and pull up a chair.
Time passes, the room is warm. The ink pens skits across the page, words glistening as they are formed. I look up out of the tall windows and see that the sleet that I walked to the library in, has turned to fat flakes of snow.
I allow myself a few minutes to sit and stare at the grey sky as the snow gets heavier and then I turn back to my reading.
Another half hour goes past and I untwist my cramped legs. I am getting bored now and look up again. The snow is still falling but now it is just a mass of white. I reflect that I have neither a scarf or wellies with me. I decide I better head off soon before I slide down the hill rather than walk.
The same draft that pushed me into the library hits my face as I open the door. Flakes fall into my eyes and my shoes crunch on the settled snow.
The world is white. And I set off back down the hill on what feels like a very different path.
Today I am joining in with Alexa's lovely meme, "Simply a Moment". Do stop by her blog and join in.