Sometimes It’s All There Is

Sometimes, It’s All There Is

~ Su Layug

I took the northern Metra train yesterday just to clear my mind. When asked by the conductor “where?” the first thing that popped up in my head was “Highland Park.” It was a favorite place from long ago; a friend used to live there. I thought to myself, “if the library is still there, It’d be suffused with the old familiar scent of leather-bound…