I was sitting on the floor between two shelves in a bookstore and picked out a book titled “Why We Write”. It detailed the reasons why wars were fought. I was in someone’s way so I put the book back in its place before scooting to the left. I picked out another book from the bottom shelf titled “The Walk Through Eastmoreland”. The book itself along with its cover illustration looked like it was published in the 90s. It was a small yet thick paperback with browned pages that had a familiar scent.