I was immediately met by a gust of wind and the drizzling rain when I got out of the house. I looked at the sky. A pale bluish-grey colour had painted it and replaced the bright blue that was usually there, I liked it better this way it was not too bright and nor was it too dull either it was just perfect. The smell of the wet mud and rain filled my senses. I loved it, it brought a certain feeling of nostalgia. I decided against bringing an umbrella, I enjoyed the feeling of the rain on my face and besides it was only spitting a little.
I began my journey to the library taking in the sights of my neighborhood, a very quiet and calm place. It reminded me of Violet Evergarden, filled with colour but lacking liveliness. Everyone kept to themselves, rarely going out. You would think it was a ghost town if you were new in the neighborhood, they were only seen when they were walking a pet or two but that was fine.
More tranquility for me.
The journey did not last long at all since the library was only a few blocks away from my house. I promptly opened the door and my anticipation got the best of me. Jacki the librarian had phoned to tell me that Imaginary Friend, a book by Stephen Chbosky had finally arrived. I had requested the book a few months back because it's summary had fascinated me and I was also an admirer of the author's books. I quickly acknowledged her and waited anxiously for her to hand me the book, she laughed seeing the longing in my eyes.
As she went to acquire the book I took in the nature of the library, it's fragrance was that of new and old books. An essence that I had become used to and come about to like. She at last returned with the book securely in her hands. I thanked her and flipped through the pages, the feeling of the sharp pages grazing my fingers and indicating that it was brand new. I looked out the library window and watched the now heavily pouring rain arise. I sighed clearly seeing how I had not thought this through, not wanting to soak my new book I sensibly decided to wait in the library until the rain simmered down. I started reading the book and the pouring rain added a more simplifying spirit to it all.
