NZ Visual Diary - entry 369

waterfront library

The children have gone home, exhausted but delighted by a day along the waterfront. In moments of jubilant exploration, they did not expect to find a library.

In the first light of day, bed covers tossed aside, the books awaited the children - expectantly for the squeals of discovery, for the caress of loving hands, for words spoken aloud but softly in hushed tones, for a story awakened and lived again within reverent repose, to be taken home as memory and the stuff of dreams.

It is time: the books, dishevelled but satisfied to have stirred a child’s imagination, sleep too.