Over the good holiday weekend, we met friends, made friends and visited old friends. On one such fine morn (well, really afternoon since holiday days start much later and happily much slower), we strolled across the river and through the streets to our neighboring town and into our cousin's bookstore. And as we breathed in the smell of fresh espresso and heard the flipping of old books, we sighed dreamily and though, 'Ahh, we're home.'
Picture this: head to your cutesy bookish store in the early morn, kicking leaves along the way. Sip steamy cappucinos and chat with customers about your new favorite reads and your oldies but goodies. Play in-store deejay all afternoon while stocking books and ordering new prospects. Switch to some Billie on the stereo, some red vino in your hands, and welcome stray friends as you turn on the 'Closed' sign. Proceed to clean up and catch up with friends and cheap vino, then home to pet the dog and kiss the man. My, my, what a plan.
Ahh, well. We can all dream, deary moppets. And what would be your dream, if all the world and all the world's money were given to you one fine day?