I brought a red notebook with me when I moved to Barcelona.
I definitely didn't have any plans for it when I first packed it. It sat unused for at least the first month in Spain, but eventually I started writing in it. For some reason I began on the very last page and started working my way towards the front of the book. I filled it with ramblings and musings, small stories and vignettes.
It was a bit of a hobby I suppose. Sometimes sober, sometimes less so, I would throw on some music and begin etching out a (usually quite short) narrative in my abysmal handwriting. I've brought this notebook with me on the van trip and figured since it hasn't received much attention since I left Barcelona why not share a bit of the nonsense I concocted.
I'm going into this section of the blog with no exact plans other than transferring the writing from a few years back. Perhaps I'll comment on them, perhaps I'll add or amend parts. To each piece I'll attempt to create a fitting title and hope that you enjoy.
A New Day
The stars began to fade; the endless black of the night sky slowly lifted away as the sun made its way towards the horizon.
Trotting to a stop just short of the cliff she looked back over her shoulder.
“I told you we’d make it”
She had a way of talking while she smiled that made it seem like it was half laughter.
He had just finished cresting the hill and was a few yards behind her.
“I believed you,” he puffed.
A wry smile resting on her lips, she turned and strode towards the edge of the cliff. She sat down and dangled her feet over the valley thousands of feet below.
She turned to him and patted the ground beside her, the laughter now transferred from her voice to her soft hazel eyes.
He brushed away the butterflies that attempted to fill his belly, not even sure if they were from the dizzying heights or her. Tentatively he made his way to the edge, sat down a foot back and scooted forward. He let one leg dangle over that formidable drop below, then the other.
He glanced at her and laughed nervously. She sat as if she were on a simple park bench, not on the edge of the world.
The sky was a pale orange as the sun hiked its way up the distant mountains. Red and pink were added as the sun climbed over the snowy peaks.
“Y’know,” she said, gazing out at the colors washing the sky. “I think everything is going to be all right.”