Discovery

Clouded by bewildering thoughts, I discard my initial intention. Once more, I find myself approaching the librarian. “Did anyone leave this to you?”, I wave the clenched daybook. She nods and clarifies, “A young lady kindly returned it yesterday, in the morning I believe.”. My heart just stops a beat, brimming with exuberance. This entails a change to my mundane life at the very least. “Does she come here regularly?”, I enquire. I’m told that she usually visits on Tuesdays. “Thank you ma’am, that was helpful.”, I express my gratefulness. Before knowing her in person, I have the notion of corresponding with her through written messages, just to keep the mystery intact. With patience at heart, I return to the carrel. Laying on the chair with my head leaning against its back, I set my eyes on the ceiling. I revel in the song of silence, just for a brief moment.