of windows and fluttering curtains
hey! that window looks strangely familiar... ;-p
so unexpected this window, i almost breath it, i almost touch it, i hardly believe that it is not something else then a summer morning...
it doesn't seem real, yet it is :-)
Wow...almost Indigo, that magic color. Beautiful! xo
thank you, Marion!i have been reading your journal and found a wonderful Rumi quote about windows there, i will post it here as well, being grateful for both the discovery and your visit...
Best window yet.Does K. live on the other side? Is K. on this side trying to enter the castle? Was a drop of runny blue paint dropped on K.'s eyeglasses? If you were to take this photograph in the obtuse darkness of a moonless night, would K. know this unfamiliar window to be blue?
such good questions! who knows what could be on the other side? we will never know, as K never knew. but this longing in blue can perhaps also enrich our lives, through precisely the limits it imposes.