Dusty Books and a Cup of Coffee

I like old, dusty books. I like the feel of one when I pull it from a shelf as if I am reaching into the past and pulling a forgotten century from history's bookcase. I like to learn in a myriad of ways, but I still like a good book and a cup of coffee, pen and paper, and a quiet room far from the randomness that scurries along the concrete just beneath our collective window.