Saturday, February 15, 2014
I'm ready to go back to college
Dang. I wish I was still in college, walking through the stacks, running my skinny fingers over ancient books. The boys and I wandered around Stanford today, and I dragged them through the reading rooms of the beautiful main library, up through the floors of the stacks, past the little carrels. It smells exactly the same -- dusty and dry, ike medieval battlefields maybe or French poetry. I wished to be twenty again, a boy just around the corner, my books at my hip, the smell of everything that was and everything that was to come.