The library at 7pm is a different world

I was there this evening, just before closing — the last few people hunched over books like they were solving a mystery. The lights were low, the air still. I swear I heard a page turn that echoed. There’s something about that hour when the day has settled but the night hasn’t begun yet. It feels like the building is holding its breath. I sat for twenty minutes with nothing to do but watch the shadows shift across the shelves. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Maybe it’s because I’ve been awake since 5:15 and the world still feels too quiet.