Day 3 of my writing goal:

One of my favorite songs is You’re My Home by Billy Joel. I especially love when he sings

“Well I never had a place
That I could call my very own
But that’s all right my love
‘Cause you’re my home.”

It’s funny how we call a house a home, but our souls are “at home” or at ease in other places. For some it is at the water’s edge, or at the top of a mountain. For me, I feel at home in a library. The older libraries with creaky floors, classic, old volumes and light streaming through windows are my favorite. How lucky are we have so many volumes in one building? There are years and years of  historical records and journals at our finger tips. We can read about how our ancestors lived or learn the secrets of becoming rich. We can read about failure. We can read about triumph of good over evil. The inspiration is endless. Rejoice!!

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