when i was growing up i was always encouraged to read … and read more … i was told that between the written words and my imagination i could visit anywhere i wanted … i’m glad i was raised that way, and i still love to read, but i prefer books … real books … not an e-reader like friends have … somehow there is just something personal about a book, feathering thru the pages, hearing them flutter, wondering whose hands has held it before me and enjoyed the words …
it’s stormy and windy outside now, so please excuse me … i think i’ll curl up with a good book for awhile …
[picture and words above by Steve Reid]