Sly (Edgar Sylvestre)

I consider this my study; a small richly decorated room filled with books upon books, neatly organized in massive shelves that take up each wall.

I don't come here as often as I wish, because of life's constant nagging, but when there's a particularly enticing idea in my mind I can't help but jot it down. What better place to come than here? Where I can relax, stretch the over used legs and write, knowing full well that soon after I pack up and leave, someone else will enter; perhaps to read what I've left on the large oak desk, or perhaps to add their own pages to the growing library.

So, to anyone who's stopped by, enjoy the warmth of this little sanctuary of thought.