quiet morning desk.
the light in november, fleeting and precious.
there is a book i made last year, about a castle, which my Nina loves to flip open. there are many pictures on my desk from the past months. watercolours and crayons and pencil rubbed out. They wait to see the light of day, to be turned into books, and put onto shelves.
How did i end up here, doing what i do? i could've never imagined.
i find it difficult, to use this space, after so many years. but then it's nice to come back, and look, and remember.
here is a song by two wonderful people i had the pleasure to meet this summer. such a great album.
