the air filled with promises

The magic of the unknown.

“
Books don’t just
go with you.
They take you
where you’ve never been.
_ Anonymous
“

A page.
Spreads.
At the start,
blank.

Thinking.
Sketching.
Exploring new horizons.
Making.

No grids,
nor order
or rythm yet.
Size, shape and form
to discover.

At the start of making a book,
the air is filled with promises.