Noir Library

Although I enjoy my days as much as possible, looking back from time to time with a noir lens continues to have an appeal all its own.

My regular day:

Rising with the early light, I welcomed the new day with an eager heart. The ongoing heat of the day was not a concern as I navigated through bustling traffic to rendezvous with dear friends at the library.

Stepping into that familiar space, nostalgia carried me back to a time when I first walked these aisles, hand in hand with my mother. The shelves seemed to stretch to infinity, and a thirst for knowledge and tales ignited within me. Those were the days when my mother would select vibrant books to bring home for me. One per week; a carousel of colors and characters I couldn’t wait to receive. This was the first time she had me accompany her.

Guiding me to the front desk, my mother orchestrated a revelation: a card awaited me. My first library card. There it was, my name etched upon it, a key to the world of books I could now explore on my own. In that moment, it felt as if the endless stories within this amazing building began calling to me and I turned to my mother, asking if I could choose a new book. The librarian and my mother exchanged a knowing glance, and I was told I could pick up more than one. I held up two fingers, my excitement growing. My mother raised four fingers with a smile. In that moment, I could have danced through the aisles.

I was in a book-filled Wonderland from that day on and for many years to come. Every time I walked through the doors of the library, I carried a pile of books to return and replace. This enchantment, this spark of inspiration, paved the way for my own writing odyssey.

As I crossed the library’s threshold to meet my friends, I basked in the joy of yesterday, celebrated the pleasures of today, and held high hopes for tomorrow. Life is a grand journey we all share. Our hopes, dreams and passions transform it into a beautiful adventure for us all.

Onwards!+

My Noir Day?

Emerging from the shadows of dawn, I embraced the nascent day with heart ablaze. The relentless grip of the sun’s heat hardly registered as I maneuvered through the chaotic arteries of the city, en route to rendezvous with kindred spirits at the haven of knowledge, the library.

Stepping into that sanctuary, nostalgia swept me into yesteryears, when these aisles were first explored and my hand clasped my mother’s. The towering shelves seemed to stretch into an infinite abyss, a repository of sagas and secrets that ignited an insatiable thirst within me. In those days, my mother alone would pluck vibrant books from the shelves, each providing me with a portal to a distant realm waiting to be traversed. A kaleidoscope of colors and characters eagerly delivered to me every week. On this day, she had me by her side.

Guiding me to the front desk, my mother orchestrated a revelation, unveiling a card bearing my name. My inaugural library card. A key to the literary labyrinth, where realms could now be explored solo. At that juncture, it was as though the voices of countless narratives whispered to me, beckoning. I turned to my mother, my eyes alight with anticipation and asked if I could choose a new book. The librarian and my mother exchanged a knowing glance, granting me permission to take more than one. I raised two fingers, my enthusiasm escalating, and in response, my mother raised four fingers, her smile illuminating the room. In that instant, I could have waltzed through the aisles.

From that day onward and throughout the years that unfurled, I found myself ensconced in a personal Wonderland. With each visit, I bore a stack of books, returning spent companions and collecting new ones. This enchantment, this spark of illumination, was the very inception to my own literary odyssey.

As I crossed the threshold of the library to rendezvous with friends, I bathed in the radiant glow of yesterday’s reminiscences, reveled in the treasures of the present, nurturing soaring hopes for the days yet to come. Life, a tapestry woven with diverse threads, unfurls this shared odyssey. Our aspirations, dreams, and passions bestow upon it an ineffable allure, transforming it into a wondrous chronicle, an epic tale in which we all play our greatest roles.

Onwards! +