Coming here, to the library, to work is great. Working in different surroundings is good for the productivity. Every now and then. Being away from the phones, fax, etc. also means that I can usually get more done.
Except today. The ephemeral beauty of the forrest, in this misty light, is spellbinding. I am sitting in a corner by a large window, overlooking the sea of trees that the building seems to be floating on. I can just barely see above the treetops, which form valleys and ridges of green in every direction. Actually, more like brown-gray, with some pine-green thrown in here and there for good measure.
There is something overwhelmingly calm about this height. This is the kingdom of giants and majestic birds. And with the ocean of branches covering the ground, there is no evidence of the hustle and bustle of the humans beneath.
It is good to take a break from people, from time to time. It can wear you down, hoping and thinking and laughing and listening and longing and waiting and planning and answering, when all you want to do is be. Quietly. To rest your senses. It doesn't have to be a solitary excercise. In fact it's better when you have somebody to do that with.
But when you don't, it is still good to have a library to go to. And a calm sea to look out at.