My neighbourhood library has individual seats that line up at a long shared table which face those sitting there to a glass exterior wall letting us look out onto the street. It’s a busy street and a busier library. The seats are usually all taken by the time that I arrive at 10:03am, three minutes after opening time, to do my work. Whenever I do get a seat and take my place at the window, it’s sometimes hard to get work done because I’m addicted to people watching. My insatiable curiosity always gets the better of me and instead of getting that article written or that talk finished, I end up dreamily watching the fascinating people of my neighbourhood walk by and this leads me down trails of imagined stories about their lives. Continue reading In praise of people who pull faces at library windows