In the corner of our bedroom, my little dragonfly Tiffany lamp casts an amber glow.
In this corner is a table my husband and I searched all over town for. (Which happens to be from a furniture store that sadly just burned down a couple of days ago.) A painting of enormous poppies that has followed us to three houses rests on the wall above. Books I am reading and have yet to read hold their spot in this corner.
It is my cozy corner, my end of the day relaxation corner. It is my snuggle under the covers with a good book corner.
This little corner is my little piece of quiet.
I wait for the sea.
I wait through the long winters and the rainy days. As soon as it is warm enough, I pack my beach blanket and a book (and toys for the kids) and head to the sea.
It is a soothing, calming place and I cannot get enough of it.
There is nothing like spending time with a good book.
I grab a few minutes whenever I can: With my coffee in the afternoons, while the kids watch tv, even while supper is cooking.
I love being surrounded by books – they line my shelves and give me comfort. I am not myself unless I have one to read.
My sister posted this quote on her Facebook the other day: “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, the man who never reads lives only one.” How apt. (I believe it is from the book A Dance with Dragons, although I can’t be certain.)
And now I must go escape with my book…