Art Journaling # 13

Did I ever mention that I'm a bookworm?

When I was a wee one,

my mother worked in the library

when my father was in graduate school.

On rare occasions, I got to go to the library

with her and hunker down in the small section

of children's books.

The smell of books and their heft in my hand

never fails to enchant me.

I love the semi-mystical feeling

of losing myself in a great story.