Livkate Mejias

Whenever I come to you, I know it’s home: enveloped with beauty and knowledge, an escape worth going in and out of, lattes brewing away, waiting to be tasted, pastries of all kinds await to be eaten. Novels from big to small kindly stand together like a family. Kids go for storybooks with pictures with few words. Teens go for bolder books from growth, adventure, love, anything really. Young adults go for the same but explore all genres. Adults go for ones teaching new things about life, or stick to their favorites. Comfy seats lay around hoping for an embrace, lights glow to lighten the mood, signs beg one to buy — even if cliché — whispering what makes books good or “How’s the day going?” Stairs lead to another floor of excitement. Therapeutic and warming: my home.