The only problem with taking books out of the library is that you’ve got to read them before somebody else wants them. My books were coming due and I had two more to read. I tried renewing them, but one book had a hold on it.
So, I trundled off to the library to return my books and search for some others. As it was a glorious day, perhaps the last one of summer, I decided to walk to the library. I didn’t even bother to plug in some music. I wanted those last sounds of summer.
I took a chance on a bunch of authors I had never read and headed back home.
Out there on the street, on a rather linear route home, the Perfect Moment happened. As I was passing under a covered sidewalk section in front of some construction, my eyes temporarily shaded from the sun, I cam upon a child with a T-shirt full of epiphany.
Don’t Just Dream It
Maybe I am just too obsessed with epiphanies. Maybe it’s all those times I read Portrait of the Artist As a Young Man. I think James Joyce would agree with me. Epiphanies are out there, and a lot had to line up to put me in front of that t-shirt. A few metres earlier or later, I would have been squinting and maybe not seen the sign.
Either way, I think that the message is a pretty clear.