It's my last night at the library.
8:00, quiet, empty rooms, I walk through the stacks and listen to my boots click against the floor, feeling like Kathleen Kelly in those final moments before she closes The Shop Around the Corner. It's Christmastime, even. No Harry Nilsson playing overhead, though.
Eyes trailing the shelves, thinking of that Montgomery poem about swaying an airy kingdom in my little book-lined room.
But I am coming back, and in the meantime... Life!