One of the great luxuries of not working is having the time to read during the day. What pleasure it is to sit down mid afternoon in some comfortable nook in my house and spend a solid hour or two with a good book. I particularly like to stretch out on the window seat in the kitchen. It faces west over the city and the sun pours in, fooling me into believing it might be warm outside. On a cold, February day it's as close as I can get to sitting on a beach with a book balanced on my lap. No ocean in the background but a view of roof tops and city streets.
Right now, I am still making my way slowly but steadily through "War and Peace." I am in no rush to finish and move on to the next book from the stack piled up on the floor of my study. Instead, I am content to savor the pleasure of living in Tolstoy's world for as long as it takes. Each time I pick it up I feel like I am diving underwater and when I come up for air, I know I have seen and felt wondrous things.
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