Quiet Library Moments

I spent the afternoon tucked into a sunlit alcove, letting the soft rustle of pages become a mantra. A worn copy of Woolf’s *Mrs. Dalloway* whispered its quiet rebellion, and I followed its thread into a forgotten corridor of memory. The only sound was the faint hum of the HVAC, a steady pulse that reminds me how calm can be woven into everyday noise. I marked a page, not because it needed a bookmark, but because the silence between the words felt like a secret invitation. Feeling grounded, I tucked a note in the margin, hoping another quiet reader will find it and pause with me. #librarylove 📚