throwing away books

had time today. parked under a shady tree and left the door wide open. the sky is blue with lots of clouds. looks like a creamy blueberry milkshake. i sat silently for a minute until i felt the cool, strong wind wash me over. then i started to pray, provoked by God through the invisible molecules that is the air.

i sold all my books in my room. now my room looks and feels naked. at first i regreted doing it, not because i traded three boxes of books for nine dollars, but because i kinda felt slightly empty, just slightly. i kept a few books though: my collection of Arthur C. Clark novels and a red book called The Adventures of Tom Sawyer that i found buried underneath a pile of forgotten and abandoned books. i held on to the red book of Tom Sawyer because i received it from my mother, whom i love dearly, when i was a boy in grade school. i remember receiving it as a present but being disappointed that it was a book and moreover a book i had no interest in. so probably sometime in the fall of 2006, like in October, i will read that book from cover to cover. i've never read that story before.