I didn't initially plan to visit the library. I wanted to capture a bit of the fleeting beauty of the snow that visited us, but it left too quickly. So after treking through some fields and forests, refuge was found in the nearby library--my numb toes were grateful for the escape from the outdoors. We could live a few dozen lives in the library without ever chilling our fingertips or exposing our sensitive shells to the elements. There would be plenty of substance to satisfy our appetites--we could become cannibals devouring our favorite biographies before getting tipsy on the perfectly aged verses of the bards and passing out in the Astronomy aisle beneath a hundred pages of shooting stars. There'd never be a reason to leave.