At this moment I am sitting in the middle of the library. Just sitting and feeling every one around me. Every mumble of hushed words being spoken, every letter typed, every tapped pen, every crinkled wrapper reverberates inside my empty soul and fills it with a rich concoction of the mundane. Reflexively I toss my head to the side as a timid blond gets up out of her chair. Our eyes connected and lingered for an instant. In that time my brain collected what it could. She was fair and wispy. Her eyes were hard and deflective at first but then softened as if to apologize. I smiled a slight smile assuring her that all was forgiven.