Return me to the embrace and security of the sweet dank earth.

Thing about Libraries, they always get a returning customer.

It stands guard over its stretch of interstate.  A tired sentry praying for relief not wanting to abandon its post.  Riders on the horizon, their silhouettes in the waning moonlight drawing near, bring it to its feet.  It yells out a second too late.  The screech of rubber on the asphalt, the shattering of glass, and the gnarled song of metal embracing metal at eighty mph awakens the surrounding landscape.  Gawkers, onlookers, and disaster junkies slow down for a look speculating as to how and why.  They shake their heads and wonder where the warning went.

Take a load off. Stay awhile. You’re going nowhere.

A library is a must for any city/town looking to expand its cultural and literary knowledge.  Our small burb of Hartford recently built a new and larger library to accommodate a a growing population with a hunger to learn.  Adorning the atrium of the library are these wonderfully constructed wooden chandeliers.

Tallying up my infrastructural assets before the big day.

Something feels so natural and calming about a heavy snowfall in February.  Too bad it only lasts an hour or so due to an unseasonably warm season.

Washing away the winter doldrums.  A renewed vigor encapsulates me.  Is it just my imagination or does my car run better and have a certain swagger after a bath?

There’s really nothing else to say about it.  What do you call a bad thing only getting worse?  I try and keep language on the blog to a PG-13 level.  So, in good taste I will refrain from what I want to say and let the reader’s imagination fill in the blanks.