I am sitting on a wooden chair with my laptop perched in front of me on a heavy wooden table that has a strip of orange leather running down its middle.
There is a silver lamp with an ivory shade in the middle of the table providing just the right amount of light for my weary eyes.
There is a large window off to my left that frames a gorgeous reading balcony that is comprised of a redwood deck, two teak tables, two long teak benches and one teak chair off by itself with its own teak side table.
The teak furniture has brushed steel for the legs and arms, and has a very modern and chic appearance.
The deck is lined with large concrete planters painted burgundy, housing beautiful maple trees with leaves that are changing colors with Fall just around the corner.
Just past the redwood deck is a view of the quiet road outside. Across the street is the Golden Spoon Chinese Restaurant. The Name of the restaurant is highlighted with red lights, even at this 10am hour.
There are two identical heavy wooden tables in front me with one person at each table. Both people are furiously typing on their laptops and taking advantage of the quiet, much the same as me.
To the right of me is a large wooden pillar that is attached to long pieces of wood leading up to the pitched roof. The roof is extremely tall at its highest point and boasts several skylights. There are fresh rays of sunlight streaming from the skylights into the multitude of wooden book shelves lining the top floor of this library.
I can hear the distant sounds of squeals from the children’s book area, and the stomping of heavy feet entering through the front door to this grand library.
When a new visitor enters this library, the walking sounds fast and heavy, but after a few steps, they seem to come down to the level of the library’s serene and peaceful environment.
A phone is humming in the distance at the reference librarian’s desk. They have the ringer set to the softest buzz. It is barely noticeable in this soothing atmosphere.
Somebody just sat down directly behind me, and by the amount of paper shuffling and foot shifting that I hear, I can guess that he might be having a hard time settling into his studying and writing.
I just placed my dainty plum colored reading glasses atop my head, and looked all the way to my right.
I’ve noticed that there are an additional four identical heavy wooden desks. They are lined up on the side wall with one person sitting at each desk in the chair furthest to the left on the west side. They probably did not want to face each other. One person set the trend of facing east, and the rest followed.
All the way to the right, a few hundred yards from my desk, I can see a beautiful array of rainbow colors on the wall, reminding me of a kaleidoscope. The reflections from the windows and skylights from the tall pitched roof are bouncing off a lower window near this right wall, and creating this colorful display.
It must be children’s reading hour, because I can hear the children’s librarian in the very far distance reading a book in a very animated manner. My kids used to love reading hour at the library.
Secretly, I’m glad they have outgrown this stage. I enjoy the library now for the peace, not the craziness of toddlers clapping along to a story. Of course, its a wonderful service to the community. I’m just saying I’m glad I was able to utilize the service, and am happy to be in a different place now. 🙂
The periodicals shelf is to the right of me and has a metal shelf to house the magazines that are carefully wrapped in floppy plastic binders to protect their pages. The metal rings from the binders keep hitting the metal shelves, as a woman is hastily searching for the perfect periodical to settle on and read.
I really, really love this library. I love being surrounded by so many incredible books. But, mostly the opportunity to be in a space of quiet and serenity, is such a treat.