Escape Hatches

 

The room is full of windows.  Each window is actually a book and every book has a different view, a different adventure and feel to it.   It is so much more than just a room full of books, it is an elaborate set of escape hatches, where other people, other characters set off on adventures of their own, and let you tag along without question.

There are places where rabbits wear vests and have pocket watches, where great ships sail beyond the edges of maps.  There are tales of distant galaxies, where creatures with only two arms and two legs live and build cities, and wonder if they are alone in the universe.

I have been known to enter this room, only to create hatches of my own.  I take with me expectations of excitement and hopes of finding another window along the way.  It just may be possible to fine that one window leads to an entirely different room with hatches of its own.

That I find my way, I have left bookmarks sticking out from each hatch.  I see them wagging, as a dog’s tail, happy to see my return.  I am a familiar face to some and yet to many, I am a hesitant stranger, cautiously turning pages, not sure of what I’ll find around the next corner.

 

I recall one adventure where two horses,
without passports or paid tickets
were free to travel in any direction.
No riders and no speed limit.

 I got them to stop long enough to

snap this picture.

Now THAT was an adventure.