01 11 2010
journal • she saw {3}
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november. somehow, you’re never given the credit for the smell of rain, the fallen leaves, and the cinnamon coffee lattes. you should be.
one month. one hundred words a day; her words. as a thank you for how beautiful you are.
let’s call this little project the smell of rain. for now. for only excuse the fact that it’s my favourite. ever.
that day, she woke up to a cold room; a cold empty room. with a bottle of wine and an ashtray – bursting with what once were the cigarettes he liked -, as the only evidence that it wasn’t always so cold in this house.
it all felt like a dream. one that, no matter how hard you try, can’t be remembered. she was there, sat on a train and looking through the window.
and as the hours turned into seconds, it happened. she saw.
she saw how pointless her attempt at remembering something that can only be felt was.
tags: cigarettes, film, mountains, pentax me super, the smell of rain, train, window, words.
Fanny the top pictures fits the story perfectly.
girl a dit:have you heard about http://www.nanowrimo.org? It’s this writing project that takes place every year in November. it’s quite tough (50,000 words are a lot!) but it can be very soothing too.
Esther a dit::)
fanny, I love your blog and everything you write, you speak from my heart and probably lots of others’ as well, even if you may not know it. on the question “why blog”, I think the answer might have something to do with putting feelings into words and pictures.. well, though that’s kind of obvious, I don’t really know how else to put it. maybe it’s also the other way around. anyway, your readers are smitten with what you do, that should be enough reason ;)