My Excellent Little Free Library

Truthfully, I must be doing a dozen different issues proper now, however this concept has utterly captured my consideration.

If I had my means, my Little Free Library wouldn’t simply be a field of books on a stick. It will be a small landmark—quietly considerate, a little bit weathered, and stuffed with coronary heart. The construction could be manufactured from reclaimed wooden, one thing sturdy like oak, light from solar and time right into a tender, silvery grey. I image a glass entrance door, easy and durable, so you may see the titles inside—books with actual weight, like Simon Winchester’s The Man Who Cherished China or Mark Kurlansky’s Havana. Books that take you locations, that make you assume.

The roof would prolong simply sufficient to provide a little bit shade—as a result of that is Arizona, in any case—and there’d be a spot on the aspect the place desert lizards might collect, possibly with a small bowl that catches rainwater. A nod to the setting, one thing respectful of the lives that cross by, human or not.

At evening, a small solar-powered mild would flick on—not vivid, only a tender glow to remind individuals it’s nonetheless there, nonetheless open. A spot for tales, for concepts, for moments of quiet connection in a busy world.

It wouldn’t draw consideration to itself, however if you happen to walked previous it usually sufficient, you’d begin to really feel prefer it belonged. Prefer it was a part of the neighborhood. Prefer it knew your identify.