This morning after arriving home, I wasn't too sure what I wanted to do today; wasn't too sure of anything much really, that sort of uneasy feeling you get when although everything may be going perfectly fine, you feel a mess regardless. Think I may have just needed a little time off, time alone, an escape, something like that. We all do at times I guess.
There were a few library books - about fifteen - sitting, piled up on my desk that I knew were due back sometime soon. I stuffed as many as I could fit into my bag and carrying the rest, headed off to the library at Chermside. They had, a little while ago, finished construction on some major expansions to the facility. I resisted the temptation to waste money trying one of their coffees from the trendy new inbuilt coffee shop.
I was on the lookout for a few titles on writing and structure to help me next month, along with my usual selection of art, science, philosophy and computer related books. Amongst the ten I slipped through the self checkout facility were, A Devil's Chaplain by Richard Dawkins, The Mystery of Things by A. C. Grayling and The Seven Key Elements of Fiction by L. P. Wilbur. I find it rather comforting that this wealth of knowledge and insight is freely available to anyone with a willingness to learn.
I contemplated browsing for a while at the shopping centre right nearby until I thought how nice it would be to relax a little, reading in the quiet serenity of a local park. The park at Alderley came to mind, the flowing Kedron brook running alongside and after exploring a few places of fond childhood memories, taking a few photos, I found a quiet place under a flowering jacaranda tree to read, purple, violet haze all around.
Under the shade of a jacaranda tree