Creative Space

On a cold windy evening, with tea by your side, your creativity is begging to flow.

Everything's blue. The only light hitting you is through the window.

You listen to the rattling wind and how it hits everything around you.

Your creativity is aroused, is in awe and you have no reason to keep it trapped.

You reach out to grab a pen and draw through the fog.

You draw something that no one can see or feel but you.

You realise, no matter how much you draw, there's always room for more. There's no boundaries and there's no one to correct you.

And then! Then you take a sip again! ❤