Breathe A Book
Inhale a word, exhale a memory....
Reading is an alternate universe; A world set apart where I can escape from anywhere, at any moment.
I can travel to Paris or Rome from the comfort of my favorite arm chair. Or, meet aliens in the forest that vaguely resembles my back yard, a few times a month. I have met Queens of England on the subway, the Duke of Cornwall in my pajamas and various members of the CIA never noticed I’ve taken them into the bathtub. Reading is one of my very cool super powers!
A visit to the local library is far more enticing to me than a trip to a travel agent.
In the city where I used to live, the same wall poster of Bermuda has been proudly mounted in the office window for years. The panorama is gorgeous! But the tropical islands of Dr Murrow or Robinson Caruso are not found anywhere in their brochures, and their vacation packages are never free.
Every so often, I’ll wander the silent aisles within the library touching the bindings, remembering each book as a past vacation I took in my mind. The only passport I have been diligent to keep updated is my library card.
Public transportation is a perfect opportunity to get lost in another place, or time.
Errands are wearisome until I settle in and find the book marked page of my latest thriller. Locked in suspense, my eyes are glued to the page. Suddenly, each bus stop approaches too quickly. On the metro, in the tunnels, oblivious to the weather outside, I rock and sway along with the lead characters. Sporting T-shirts and shorts they content themselves with sifting their toes in the sun-baked sand along the coastline. It’s so easy for me to forget the sleeting ice-storm outside assaulting the train station. The idea to carry a paperback in my pocketbook was a stroke of pure genius.
Now that I am older, reading is in the top ten of my survival skills.
Where would I rather be? A dentist office: fidgeting in the waiting room dreading a root canal appointment? Give me a younger version of myself being swept off my feet by Brad Pitt, in a romance novel by Nora Roberts.
Where else can I go to, but a book; If, I’m trapped in a locked ward of some type of institution? “Say Hello to my little friend”. A small bundle of paper bound together with string; the key to my sanity.
St. Augustine once wrote, “The world is a book and those who don’t travel read only a page.”
My version writes, “If stuck in a small world, read a book; In case you can’t travel, get lost in each page.”
Take a moment and escape right where you are, breathe a book.
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