The doorbell rings.
I’m wondering who it might be since I’m not expecting anyone.
It’s the mailman who explains that there are three books waiting for me at the Post Office.
I grab my wallet and keys and run to the Post Office all messy and excited.
The nice lady behind the counter gives me three packages and I run back home.
In the safe shelter of my apartment I unpack the books, one by one.
I take each book in my hands and smell it.
I love the smell of a new book; it smells like a new beginning.