Is there anything more luxurious than summertime reading. A long summer day, a world before you on the page; the time to look up, half seeing the world around you, half still in the dream. As a child it was easy to slip into that world for hours at a time. There was so much time and grown ups to make sure the world kept on spinning. It’s harder as an adult to experience the true luxury of summertime reading, but sometimes things fall in place.
Right now I’m at Long Beach, WA. The ocean is rolling in outside my window.
I have a well-stocked bookshelf. Someone else’s choices to explore, which I love to do.
Not to mention the three books I brought along with my Kindle.
It feels like the day can unfold at its leisure. I can read a bit, stare a bit, think a bit. Read some more. Perfect.
Here from my collection of images of books in art is how summertime reading feels.