I read somewhere that the best things in life aren't things. That's pretty true, but i can't agree completely.
Things can bring out feelings and senses, evoking memories. Sometimes they remind you of something you want to forget, sometimes they remind you of what's important and dear.
There's so many things, different things at different seasons of my life that are priceless. And my constant have been books. Storybooks. The smell of a new book or the touch of paper beneath your skin. Off i go on another adventure, leaving everything behind me. I love curling in my blankets on a rainy day, with a cup of warm coffee, that cosy feeling that makes everything alright, even if it's just for a few hours.
Temporary escapism, i guess.
But it's one of the things i treasure in life. The best things- they're not free, but they're simple.

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