A Weekly Series of Riffs in 200 Words
I love to read in bed but there are a few down-sides: the light bothers one’s significant other, reading glasses preclude a comfortable switch of sides; eye-strain brings sleep quicker than expected. And there’s the problem of poor lighting in hotels when travelling.
In my youth, I loved to read at the beach. Those were the days of slow-roasting ourselves like little piglets on spits. We were also young and carefree enough not to worry about sand grit between the pages (and between everything else).
When I am desperate for some sun in the middle of bitter Stanthorpe winters, I head to the park where the naked trees don’t even have a pair of leaves to rustle. Even so, I am an intrepid people watcher so can become easily distracted. Many is the time I’ve had to read a page three times over.
Libraries are still fun. There’s usually a comfy chair with good lighting and, unless its kindy day, it’s quiet. Again, I’m easily distracted. I cannot sit still reading one book when there are thousands more begging to be opened. It’s like being in a lolly shop.
Do you have a favourite reading place you’d like to share?
The answer to Friday’s Fictionary Dictionary…
Puissance is a show jumping competition.