Books Freed

For a long time I carried around all the books I read. Not every.single.one but the good ones. Apartment to apartment, box to shelf, shelf to box. I looked at them and they said 'hey, you read me". Friends looked at them, on occasion they provided a conversation spark. I rearranged and dusted them. I re-read maybe one or two.

While living in an the 8x5x5 (close enough) space this summer, I didn't have those books. The few books I had with me were tucked away in a closed cabinet. I still remembered what I read and instead of a shelf of books, I saw mountains.

When I first got home I felt warmth, space and happiness. I waved to my books. Then they started mumbling. A few tossed spitballs at me. They were tired of being on the shelf. I started thinking about a books purpose and knew I had to free them. I sold some, but most I put on a shelf on work and let my coworkers know. I saw them in people's hands, on their desks, on top of their bags - and it made me giddy. They are like people with a new job or a second career, no longer retired in place. Go books go - inform, entertain, enlighten!