Post by theaterchick23 on Dec 29, 2010 14:20:38 GMT -8
The day was a cool one, quite pleasant for a summer in Virginia. Autumn put the car keys back in her bag, she would walk today. The day greeted her like an old friend. The deep green leaves of the trees shifted lazily with the breeze as she began the five block journey to the library. The day was a noisy one. Cars honked, dogs barked, and stereos blasted from various levels of the surrounding apartments. Autumn was oblivious to this as she continued down the street. She was in her own world, the peaceful world of a beautiful day. She noticed only those things which gave her comfort. The way the sun shone just right on the store windows so that they shone rainbows on the sidewalk. How the aromas from the bakery, coffee shop and fruit stand mingled just so in the air.
This was the kind of day that made Autumn excited to go to work, not that that wasn't how she usually felt. The library was Autumn's sanctuary. As a child she had taken comfort in those dusty volumes, much as another child might in an old blanket. Whereas most children made bed sheet castles and mud puddle potions, she lived these experiences through the characters of Lancelot and the witch's of Macbeth. She traveled the world through those scribed pages. She lived a thousand different lives, died a hundred heroic deaths and had many a glorious adventure. As Autumn grew, so did her love of literature. Many a time was she scolded for reading in class. As she went through her high school years and steadily approached college, she knew there was only one thing she wanted to do with her life.
Autumn had finally arrived at her place of employment, the Richmond Public Library. She was by no means the frumpy librarian of one's imagination. Autumn was an ember. Everything about her exuded light and brilliance. she dressed modestly but beautifully. Her clothes, often as bright as her personality, gave people the impression of a well kept wearer. They were comfortable but not at all un-stylish. Autumn's looks were plain, though she was not ugly. Her hair often started the day as a cascade of auburn curls hanging down her back and ended as a messily thrown up, frizzy ponytail, though she sometimes cut to the chase before leaving home. Autumn liked comfort, and if she had to go without makeup or heels to do that, so be it.
This was the kind of day that made Autumn excited to go to work, not that that wasn't how she usually felt. The library was Autumn's sanctuary. As a child she had taken comfort in those dusty volumes, much as another child might in an old blanket. Whereas most children made bed sheet castles and mud puddle potions, she lived these experiences through the characters of Lancelot and the witch's of Macbeth. She traveled the world through those scribed pages. She lived a thousand different lives, died a hundred heroic deaths and had many a glorious adventure. As Autumn grew, so did her love of literature. Many a time was she scolded for reading in class. As she went through her high school years and steadily approached college, she knew there was only one thing she wanted to do with her life.
Autumn had finally arrived at her place of employment, the Richmond Public Library. She was by no means the frumpy librarian of one's imagination. Autumn was an ember. Everything about her exuded light and brilliance. she dressed modestly but beautifully. Her clothes, often as bright as her personality, gave people the impression of a well kept wearer. They were comfortable but not at all un-stylish. Autumn's looks were plain, though she was not ugly. Her hair often started the day as a cascade of auburn curls hanging down her back and ended as a messily thrown up, frizzy ponytail, though she sometimes cut to the chase before leaving home. Autumn liked comfort, and if she had to go without makeup or heels to do that, so be it.
... Yes! I want to know more!
