I’ve been walking through the woods to get to the public library. It took me 30 minutes.
I am finally there, relaxing in a comfy chair, writing and watching kids run from the corner of the room to the chair where I am sitting and back, again and again. I can see two moms watching them and smiling at me. I’m not smiling. They’re not sure if I’m cranky or just focused. I’m wearing a baseball hat, and I have a beard. I haven’t been showering for days, and I feel that if I turn my face into a smile, they’ll just see me as a lone nut. It’s hard to smile like I used to when I’ve been living in the woods for this long.
I keep staring at the computer screen.
The kids are having some sort of competition. They’re running faster and faster, and the librarian is talking louder and louder in an attempt to make them go away. I have been to the library many times before and she doesn’t like conflicts. She talks loud to avoid them. And then another girl joins the running competition. You. No. You, the new girl says as she’s running past me.
I am writing an article about the importance of writing everywhere. I keep staring at the screen, until…
A woman with long black, sort of curly hair, sits down next to me. The first thing I notice is the smell. Her fragrance reminds me of something beautiful. I have no idea what. It’s just so… breathtaking. I want to say it’s like the summer, or the beach, or heaven, but nothing comes to mind, I haven’t smelled anything like it. And then I begin to think about the man sitting next to her. Me. I am looking at her, and her tan skin, and I’m thinking that I haven’t showered for days.
She smiles at me as she opens up a tiny designer handbag. I can’t stop looking. I know the kids are still running from the end of the room to where we are sitting, but all I see is her, and her long tan fingers holding an iPad. She opens it up and attaches a thin keyboard to it.
I’m looking at her, and the way she’s typing on her iPad. And I’m thinking that I want what she’s got, and that adding this keyboard to my iPad will help me become a better writer. It looks so, so, perfect. She writes for fifteen minutes, and that’s it. She puts her iPad with that tiny keyboard back into her designer handbag, and I get a short glimpse of the logo, it says Logitech. She smiles as she leaves, and that’s it.
She turned me on to Logitech and their Ultrathin Keyboard cover:
That’s my next investment.