"O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught." ••Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

“It was a bright spring morning, full of promise. Most travelers are familiar with this kind of weather- when the wind blows westward and warm but the ground still chills the soles of your feet, when the tree buds have begun to unfurl and scent the air with secret springtime madness- and they know those days are made for leaving.”

― Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January