"Talk about it, talk about it, talk about it..."

I spent over an hour and a half pouring over research articles in the library today. I rarely darken the aisle of the reference section in libraries, but whenever I do, I actually enjoy it. Perhaps it's the dreamer in me. Perhaps I still subconsciously imagine that I'm a famous intellectual, studying subjects beyond the mental grasp of ordinary individuals (ha!). Hehe. Speaking of dreaming... I passed underneath arching branches today and looked up to see a bird singing happily among the leaves. It reminded me of "The Secret Garden", and I was suddenly inspired to search for crumbling brick walls, old-fashioned keys, and lost treasures. What is it about finding our own little world within this world that is so appealing?