I am listening to calming music. Something wants to be told, has to be created. My heart is racing and my hands shake. I need that calming music to make my lines.
The creative flow takes me to my memories. Through the endless dark I find myself looking at the sky. Sunlight beaming onto my face and a breeze touching my skin, soft and playfull. The blue sky has a dancer. A swallow puts on a show. 'Zwaluw' I here myself whisper. My voice almost to soft to hear. Its dance is mesmerising, balanced and perfect. I long to dance with it in perfect harmony.
That day gave me a symbol for something that hasn't words. And today that symbol finds a place in a story that wants to be told.
