It's warm and I hear the warm buzz of machinery and life down below. For now I am on tenth floor with her, overlooking a vast landscape of the city. Somebody shuffles the paper loudly from behind the rows of books almost disturbing the stillness like a broken parchment that crumbles at a touch.
High up here tucked away in this little warm corner, lit most generously by the sun.
There is a bag of m&m's lying between us. And an already cold mug of Long Black that we snucked into the library. Heh. Epic. It made her sweater smell of coffee beans because we had to cross the security guards covering the cup with it.
Ben Ning, Creative Practitioner