“Paige to library. Paige to library.” paged the keeper of books. Rhythmed steps began clicketing down the hall as brogues quick-tied with tortile technique carried the glitz in their supervisor’s do past windows sharing urbanscape’s view. Arriving in time to procure the tome which most had referred to as a page-turner, Paige felt she would finally be able to finish her paper. Cut to later in the evening to find her paging her journal—each one relaying a different learned step. Procrastination does not pay—per Paige’s prerogatives, but perusing presents opportunities for building paths of plenty. ; )