You walk into the library, anxious, (you always are anxious to be seen, to be visible, to have others see what you choose for yourself), but glad to have an excused place to sit in the middle of the day. It's late noon, and it's hot outside, the library just a little cool or just a little warm, but either way much preferable to the 80 or 90 degree heat outside. You navigate to the same spot you've come to time and time again before, a nice bucket chair by the full window wall or a ledge by a window clearly meant for someone to sit in but still just a little too small to be fully comfortable, hidden by rows of bookshelves.