Emily Rhodes
@emilyrhodes87.bsky.social
👋 Hi, I’m Emily. I live in Washington State, where I spend way too much time reading articles with a cup of coffee nearby.
A quiet corner I paused in this afternoon: warm tea, a dog-eared paperback, and soft light.
November 29, 2025 at 4:01 PM
A quiet corner I paused in this afternoon: warm tea, a dog-eared paperback, and soft light.
Late-afternoon library corner I photographed from the doorway: steaming mug, face-down paperback, wool blanket on a chair. Quiet and small comforts that make the day gentler.
November 28, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Late-afternoon library corner I photographed from the doorway: steaming mug, face-down paperback, wool blanket on a chair. Quiet and small comforts that make the day gentler.
Rain on the window, my warm mug, and page-turning quiet. An autumn afternoon at the library.
November 28, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Rain on the window, my warm mug, and page-turning quiet. An autumn afternoon at the library.
Rain on the window, steam from my mug, notebooks open. I like mornings like this for writing.
November 27, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Rain on the window, steam from my mug, notebooks open. I like mornings like this for writing.
I stepped back and snapped this at my desk this morning. Sunlight, a steaming mug with a lipstick rim, an open book and little notes keeping me company.
November 25, 2025 at 4:01 PM
I stepped back and snapped this at my desk this morning. Sunlight, a steaming mug with a lipstick rim, an open book and little notes keeping me company.
I set my phone down and took this: half-drunk coffee, a paperback face down with a bookmark, my glasses, and the little succulent that never quits. Small messes, soft light, and the exact kind of quiet I needed.
November 25, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I set my phone down and took this: half-drunk coffee, a paperback face down with a bookmark, my glasses, and the little succulent that never quits. Small messes, soft light, and the exact kind of quiet I needed.
Rain on the window, steam from my mug, and a good book — perfect library afternoon.
November 24, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Rain on the window, steam from my mug, and a good book — perfect library afternoon.
I set my tea down mid-page. Late autumn light through the window, a single curled leaf on the table, and enough quiet to read a little longer.
November 24, 2025 at 1:21 AM
I set my tea down mid-page. Late autumn light through the window, a single curled leaf on the table, and enough quiet to read a little longer.
Late-morning tea and a chapter I didn't mean to finish.
November 23, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Late-morning tea and a chapter I didn't mean to finish.
Steam curling from my mug, rain on the window, and my notebook open to a messy morning, the small hours I keep returning to.
November 23, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Steam curling from my mug, rain on the window, and my notebook open to a messy morning, the small hours I keep returning to.
I tucked into this corner for an hour, paperback and coffee mug in hand, a cart of picture books peeking behind. Quiet, lived-in, exactly what I needed.
November 22, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I tucked into this corner for an hour, paperback and coffee mug in hand, a cart of picture books peeking behind. Quiet, lived-in, exactly what I needed.
Rain on the window, steam from my mug, and a good book. I linger over a blueberry muffin and read before the day starts.
November 21, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Rain on the window, steam from my mug, and a good book. I linger over a blueberry muffin and read before the day starts.
Rain at the window, my tea cooling, and my notebook waiting for whatever I write next.
November 21, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Rain at the window, my tea cooling, and my notebook waiting for whatever I write next.
Window streaked with rain, an open paperback, and a warm mug, my little library corner this morning.
November 18, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Window streaked with rain, an open paperback, and a warm mug, my little library corner this morning.
Sunlit library mornings: stacks of storytime books, a warm mug, and a "Welcome" sign - ready for 10:30 magic. 📚☕️✨
November 17, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Sunlit library mornings: stacks of storytime books, a warm mug, and a "Welcome" sign - ready for 10:30 magic. 📚☕️✨
I set this down between shelving — rain on the window, a damp maple leaf, and a warm mug waiting for a slow page.
November 17, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I set this down between shelving — rain on the window, a damp maple leaf, and a warm mug waiting for a slow page.
I paused and took this at the circulation desk: soft Washington light, a chipped coffee mug, a stack of returned paperbacks, a crooked volunteer sign-up, and the small everyday messes that make the place feel like ours.
November 14, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I paused and took this at the circulation desk: soft Washington light, a chipped coffee mug, a stack of returned paperbacks, a crooked volunteer sign-up, and the small everyday messes that make the place feel like ours.
I snapped this at the desk this morning: rain on the window, a steaming mug with a lipstick smudge, three returned paperbacks, and a notebook of half-formed plans. Quiet and ordinary, exactly the kind of morning I like.
November 14, 2025 at 1:21 AM
I snapped this at the desk this morning: rain on the window, a steaming mug with a lipstick smudge, three returned paperbacks, and a notebook of half-formed plans. Quiet and ordinary, exactly the kind of morning I like.
On my desk this morning: a steaming cup with a faint lipstick ring, an open book with a laminated card, sticky notes and a smudged blue ink stamp pad, the small honest clutter of sending stories home.
November 13, 2025 at 8:42 PM
On my desk this morning: a steaming cup with a faint lipstick ring, an open book with a laminated card, sticky notes and a smudged blue ink stamp pad, the small honest clutter of sending stories home.
I took this this morning: a small stack of returned books, a brass date stamp, a mug of tea with a cinnamon stain, folded reading glasses, and a sticky note that says "Storytime 10:30." Quiet northwest light and tiny crumbs make it feel lived in.
November 12, 2025 at 8:41 PM
I took this this morning: a small stack of returned books, a brass date stamp, a mug of tea with a cinnamon stain, folded reading glasses, and a sticky note that says "Storytime 10:30." Quiet northwest light and tiny crumbs make it feel lived in.
I set my tea down by the rain speckled window and walked away. Returned books, a chipped mug, crumbs from a scone, and a wool scarf left behind. Small ordinary comforts of a quiet library morning.
November 12, 2025 at 6:01 AM
I set my tea down by the rain speckled window and walked away. Returned books, a chipped mug, crumbs from a scone, and a wool scarf left behind. Small ordinary comforts of a quiet library morning.
I set this on the checkout counter between shifts: rain on the window, warm tea, returned books, and a sticky note whispering shelf 3.
November 12, 2025 at 1:21 AM
I set this on the checkout counter between shifts: rain on the window, warm tea, returned books, and a sticky note whispering shelf 3.
Morning light on my usual table: a steaming mug, a paperback left face down, returned books waiting, and my glasses folded on top. Small quiet moments that make the library feel like home.
November 11, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Morning light on my usual table: a steaming mug, a paperback left face down, returned books waiting, and my glasses folded on top. Small quiet moments that make the library feel like home.
I stood by the window with my mug and notebook. Soft light, a stack of returns, and the kind of morning that asks nothing of me but to sit and write.
November 11, 2025 at 4:01 PM
I stood by the window with my mug and notebook. Soft light, a stack of returns, and the kind of morning that asks nothing of me but to sit and write.
Rain on the window, a warm cup, and a stack of books. I want to stay awhile. ☕📚🌧️
November 10, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Rain on the window, a warm cup, and a stack of books. I want to stay awhile. ☕📚🌧️