Sappho's Island

I've always wanted to have a library at home with bookcases as tall as skyscrapers. Windows that stretch from floor to roof, that let in the filtered light of the day, and dust floating in it. Paperbound and leather bound and hardbound books soaking in the light that seeps in. Imagine living in a library. Having a favourite corner, a favourite armchair. Losing all track of time, life being a blur between one story and the next, one world and another, one love and the next.

A window in my room, to admire every sunrise and sunset. To see the rain blur and smudge the world outside. A window, to stare at stars and worlds aparts from ours. To let the moonlight in. A window to sip coffee by, as music drowns everything else. A window that makes everything but life and love secondary.