Between appointments, decided to go to the suburban library up the street, to sit and work. A bit. Plus start reading a novel, amidst many false starts. And otherwise enjoy the refuge.
Midweek, early afternoon. All this peace. All these chairs ready to welcome reflection. Lots of empty ones. A few elderly occupants reading quietly, or staring into contemplative space.
Then went to the nearby mall. The air was more cramped, from the moment of entry. The mall was more cramped. Seeing all these elderly people sitting around, wherever they could sit around. Staring. Little reading. The space is not contemplative.
Right door embrace is up the street.