I went to work early and the the stacks were quiet. I was the first one in, even before the cleaning crew arrived. The morning sun was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side of the building and it was breathtaking.
Not a speck of dust was floating through the air. Not a voice to be heard. It was just me and my favorite place to be. It was so quiet. Reverent almost. I had come around a corner to turn the lights on, but the sun was so glorious, I left them off.
It was so peaceful and calming.
Soon enough the cleaning crew would arrive as would be my co-workers and the tranquility would be broken in the busy-ness of the morning duties, but for now, the peace was all mine to enjoy. I just stood there in the morning light and sighed. I told the ghosties how lucky they are to be in such a wonderful place.... to be able to enjoy this regularly.
I didn't even take a picture for you. I was going to, but I thought the moment would be lost and that the photo wouldn't do any justice to the peace I was feeling.
No. Instead, I kept the moment all for myself and enjoyed.
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