When I was a kid, the Cooper Memorial Library in Clermont, Florida was a little...

When I was a kid, the Cooper Memorial Library in Clermont, Florida was a little house filled with books. I knew and loved every square inch of it. I was always, always welcome there. Now, I am thousands of miles away from that building, but sometimes it appears in my dreams.
The dream is always the same: I am sitting in the library with my hands folded on a table. I am waiting for something or someone. As I wait, every room of the old house slowly fills with light. Something wonderful...