The Skunk River Review - DMACC
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invisible, and the icy feel on the inside of the building, is not all that dissimilar to the outside of<br />
the building today.<br />
While shuddering from a sudden chill, I make my way back towards the front of the<br />
library. In doing so, I pass two middle-age librarians standing very close behind an aisle of<br />
audio books. <strong>The</strong>y are whispering, not for the facade of a library rule, but for the secret they<br />
appear to be sharing. <strong>The</strong>n startlingly there is a child’s voice. Where did that come from? She<br />
hollers, “Mommy, I’m out of bullets!” A little girl, of slight build, is sitting near the end of the<br />
children’s section playing some sort of video game on a computer. Her mother is nowhere in sight,<br />
and the child continues to play her game. She’s oblivious to the children’s books all lined up in<br />
bins, just the right height for little people, their curious and colorful titles begging for her<br />
attention.<br />
A woman, at last, is sitting behind the information desk—with no one in quest of<br />
information. <strong>The</strong> sound of paper shuffling, and an occasional key stroke, makes her appear to be<br />
busy. Beyond this point are the computer terminals for internet use, all lined up at attention, to be<br />
of service to the first user. <strong>The</strong> study rooms are dark and uninviting. Even the blinds in this section<br />
of the library are drawn, for fear that if any light filters in, it would be an invitation. <strong>The</strong><br />
atmosphere in the library today is not its norm, which is usually busy with activity.<br />
I now realize I have wandered in a circle and am facing the front entrance, where the<br />
activity of people, cars, and the sounds that accompany them, await just on the other side of the<br />
double glass doors. My afternoon at the library feels more like a trip to the twilight zone. <strong>The</strong><br />
silence is unusual, even for a library. <strong>The</strong> lack of patrons is strange as well. <strong>The</strong> light coming from<br />
the other side of the doors draws me forward. <strong>The</strong> feeling of restlessness starts to fester. <strong>The</strong> need<br />
for normal human contact is building. I think it is time for another change of scenery, and out I go.<br />
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