Lucky Autumn
It was a brisk fall afternoon as I headed home from work. The sun was still shining and felt warm on my face. I decided to take a walk and stop at a used bookstore that was tucked away in a small row of shops just off main street. As I entered, the familiar smell of old and new books filled my senses. Reading is a favorite past-time, and I hadn’t read anything new in a month or so. I had been in such a mundane existence lately of work and home. I hadn’t even taken a vacation or sick day in quite some time. I stopped at the small bin just inside the door that had a sign reading “free, take one or leave one”. I rummaged through it looking for an interesting title and came upon a little black book. It was not a normal reading book. It was a journal of sorts. A little black book just bigger than my hand and about a half inch thick with rounded corners. It had a band holding it closed but had no title or writing on the cover. I recognized it from others of the brand I had owned and wondered how it had gotten here. Maybe there was a story written in it, or maybe someone had just misplaced it.
