I honestly hadn’t even thought about it. Perhaps she was on
to something. The signs were always in front of us, but no one thought to look
at it differently until it was so severe that the real underlying issue came to
light. Okay, so now I feel that this must be true. What to do?
“What are you planning on doing about it?” I asked her.
“What? Me? Oh, nothing really, I study history. I don’t think
there really is anything I can do to help or contribute. Perhaps I’ll just
continue doing everything I do the same as I have before.” She gave a weak
smile as she stated this.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s all we can do.” I reciprocated, “I
guess we can leave it up to the better minds out there that are already working
on the problem and hope.” But deep down I knew that I wouldn’t be satisfied
with just rolling over and letting my life be decided by men in lab coats I
didn’t know. Something inside of me was pushing me, no, reassuring me that I
could unlock the solution to our problem. I don’t know why, but I’m sure it
would make sense eventually. My first order of business was to learn as much
about water and its impact in the environment as I could, so it was off to the
library for me.
I guess it doesn’t really matter when or where, but all
libraries seem to be the same place. Just stacks and stacks of books, a few
elderly librarians hiding behind desks keeping to themselves, and some random
patrons tucked away among the stacks. I’ve always loved the smell of a library,
something about lots of old books wafting that papery smell. I don’t think I
can really describe it completely, but anyone who has spent a few minutes in a
good library will know what I mean.
I wasn’t sure where to start, so I found my way to the main
circulation desk and waited patiently for a librarian to take notice of me. A
rare gem came out from behind a large stack of books piled high on a desk. She
looked to be in her late twenties, wore red acetate glasses with a cat-eye
theme, stood six inches shorter than me, had dishwater blonde hair than framed
her face well and went just past her shoulders. She looked expectantly at me.
“How may I help you?” her voice was soft, powerful, and
entrancing. I found myself staring into her sky blue eyes.
“A book,” I said rather stupidly.
“Well this is a library,” she chuckled, “we have a lot of
those around here. Any one in particular?”
“Oh, right!” I could feel myself blushing, “I need books on
global warming, weather patterns, water tables.”
She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment as if she was appraising
me. She held up one finger and rushed off back to her desk out of my sight. She
returned wearing a blue knit cardigan. “Follow me, I think I know exactly what
you need.”
-V-
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