8/2/2022
I found a book at a local library sale recently. The cover was slightly worn and the spine was lightly frayed. Flipping through, I briefly caught that vintage book smell of aged grass with sprinkled vanillin~it gets me every time.
The due date though? 1974~the last time this book was checked out was when I was one month old. It’d been sitting shelved for decades. While I learned to stand and walk, it sat. While I learned to drive, it was growing dust. And when I walked the mancubs into the library that afternoon, it grew wings and gained a home and was no longer forgotten.
I’m tempted to place today’s date in there.
Ironically, the title is Tree of Freedom. ⠀⠀
