i sat in front of my laptop, just about to pixel down a piece of story i scribbled during one of those grey, almost-winter train travels. when i opened the notebook, i found a note written in april nearly two years ago. i remember it. the notebook was way too expensive but it was sunday evening, everything closed - i had no choice. that's how i became a loony owner of a blue notebook with a white symbol of bird on its cover and translations of "bird" right underneath.
and so i started writing with a black pen. i wished it was my favourite one, with ink of rainy colour, as i use to call it. it's blue. a special kind. rainy. mine.
ptak bird oiseau uccello vogel
I wish I was able to read it (I just know a few words), altough the notebook sounds piękny
ReplyDeleteyou're the best! ;D
ReplyDeletegosh, you made me smile, thought it was impossible today.
i'll tell you what the note was about, although the story will lack all the hues and tones and atmosphere and everything that ever counts for me.
the building in the background is my dear old high school. that's the back side with the school garden - i sat nearby while writing the note. this school is pure magic and a whole different story.