Opening a new book, for the very first time.... Pressing her spine against the table, holding her erect by her deckle-edge as I drop first the front cover, then the back... exposing brightly patterned endpaper hidden beneath her demure cloth binding.
The gentle crackle and slap as I allow pages to slip past my fingers, opening her leaves... Delicately, evenly, inhaling her scent, fingertips caressing the heavy smoothness of her paper, teased by glimpses of what is to come...