The cathedral-like atmosphere in the Boston Public Library gave me the peace I needed last Tuesday to settle down in one spot for a good long time and to really read. I was not alone; in fact, probably hundreds of people nestled in the courtyard, the corners, at the computer spots, at tables, and in aisles. The ambiance created by the architecture of the building and the collective act of reading helped me concentrate in ways that I don’t do at home, even in a comfortable chair in quiet moments. I never had to leave the building to have my vacation: I had a coffee break in the library cafe and I changed the pace with an art break in the print exhibit. Through it all, alone with my thoughts, I was surrounded and encouraged in my meditations by the presence of others setting a good example: focused, quiet, pondering.