The Library

Today I visited the library for the first time in months, and I realized how much I has missed it.  The stacks of books, the kids running around, the feeling that I could browse for days and take as many books as I want home with me (the only problem is finding the time to read it all). Growing up, my father took us to the library each weekend.  He was part of a computer club and he would leave us to play with the games, to read books, to play with the computers set up.  I would take a huge stack of books home with me each week, and read them all.  And then I would read them again.  And again. The library was like home to me.  I loved all those books, I loved reading and learning about different things, I loved the fact that the other people there wanted to learn about new things also. It is amazing to me how many books are our there, on so many topics.  I love the idea that the library is there, with so much knowledge, and it is open to anyone who has a thirst for knowledge, at no cost. There is something there that I can't put my finger on, some incredible energy, maybe brain cells expanding.  All I know is, I could live there and never get bored, maybe hungry, but never bored. So, now I have plenty of reading material, and a rainy weekend ahead of me to look forward to.  Have a good Shabbos!