He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.―Annie Dillard
The morning air is cool and smells of juniper smoke. Wind rattles the leaves on the oak tree and the light from the window is diffuse and gray.
Currently I'm doing rounds of waking at 5. Greeting Sunrise. Coffee. Writing. But before I settled down to work I found a gem of a bookstore post from my friend Kyungmee.
What a wonderful thing it would be to spend a couple weeks traveling with my destination being one great bookstore after another. But since I can't (at least not right now) I am traveling in my armchair.
Do you have a favorite bookstore? Tell me about it.