My book club has tasked each member with taking a photograph of where we read.
It is an exercise in creativity.
It looks like the canny amongst us have got a stylist in for a photo shoot. We will admit we sprawl in bed with a book propped on our chests, but there is so far no photographic evidence of this. Cane chairs, beautiful rugs, soft lighting, and piles of enticing books feature instead.
We understand that pictures are not the same as words. Whether there are a thousand words or not.
And no doubt we all look photogenically elegant as we sit in our perfect nooks, scanning each page, our eyebrows twitching to pithy metaphors and our eyes tearing up at poignant moments.
The book club has been meeting for decades so luckily I think all self-consciusness passes and we forget everything in this world as we enter the new one set for us each month.
Wherever we are really sitting.