Bookstore

Slow day in Portland, Maine. 

Some tourists enjoying the cool fall breeze. Birds out on the pavement. 

Familiar face walks in. Smiles.

I knew she would come by today. 

Peruses the history shelf. 

We have a pleasant conversation. She is happy with the volume she chose. 

May not have been what she wanted but her curiosity is piqued regardless. 

I hand her the receipt and she waves goodbye. 

Slow day at my bookstore. 

You don't pay for the books. And you always find what you need. 

See you soon.