I was glad to visit one of my favorite places in the Bay Area today.

It's called, Mill Valley Library.

Books marked so many important seasons for me.

Each season was punctuated by them.

Books I read in times of intense learning when I just moved to America.

Times of exploration when I fumbled to know who I was.

Times of meeting someone so significant that you thought you could build your own library with.

Then. Everything changed.

The same books took on a different meaning.

The same books collected layers of memories in each page.

Funny how things never just remain as simple "things"

And now, I look at all of these books here wondering:

"Could I ever look at them the same way?"