I love driving by libraries at night. Seeing the shelves lit from behind, the stories and knowledge and wonder shielded by the shadow of soft light. I love knowing that maybe tomorrow, or the next day when the library opens, that a child might check out their first book. That an adult might resign themselves to learning how to read, or that some woe begotten teen might crack open my gatsby.

Really, I love libraries all the time. the freshness in the morning, the familiarity of mid-day, the warm comfort of sunset behind the glass and beside the countless books. I love being there all night, and of still being there in the morning when the sky begins to change.

Of all the misery of homework, paper writing, and finals, I will never hold those grudges over the head of any library. They've loved me too much.