treasures

"Dink" goes the quiet ping of the door chime as she walked in as if floating through time. Her eyes danced around the shelves filled of pages that were, in turn, penetrated with treasures. She looked for a book calling her closer, as a few always do, begging to be opened and for the story to be explored. She traveled through eras forgotten and stories not so often told. As her nose smelled the sweet, earthy scent of history and poetry, murder and suspense. She recognized that she may never be able to read them all, but some will call to her, reach out to her soul and as she touches their covers she will inhale their identity and need for nothing more.