The Noisy Library

Once upon a time there was a woman who went out in the rain – pouring, sideways, punch-you-in-the-face, pissing-it-down rain – and immediately regretted it. She regretted her ballet pump shoes and regretted her flimsy umbrella, though she was thankful for her many-sizes-too-big raincoat which made her look like a walking tent (even if said coat meant all the rain just ran down onto her jeans. At least her top half was dry. Well, all the top half that wasn’t her face. That was very wet).

Anyway, when the woman realised her mistake she figured the best thing she could do was seek shelter in the library.

And the library she found shelter in was noisy.

No sshhhs. No keep quiets. No awkward, stifled coughs. Just lots of people – kids, parents, friends, half-soaked women – exploring and enjoying the library. Not loudly in the grand scheme of things, but loudly in the library scheme of things.

It was nice.

Peace and quiet are lovely. They are a sanctuary.

But a noisy library on a rainy day?

That is something special.

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