My first day in New York it rained -- a steady drizzle that lasted all day. Just as well...I had finally gotten my copy of that last of Harry Potter and intended to read it all day (and night). Nothing is better than reading a book on a rainy day. Besides I like the sound of cars driving through standing water and the soft humid air.
I am happy that there are still books for young people to get lost in, just as I did when I was young and my mother took my sister and me to the library. I remember losing all track of time in the school library when I was in fifth grade. We had moved across the country and my only friends were books then. Besides I needed a break from my own mind, my thoughts, my stories, decisions, potential decisions, everything unfiltered, unfocused, undecided. My story is still taking shape. I can leave it behind for a little while.
For the remainder of the week, I'd spend time at the Schomberg, marking time on the subway and walking the streets of Harlem. Still deciding on the setting of the novel -- Chicago or New York. I still had time to decide.
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