• Writing Practice

    Attic

    Once you were able to see across the valley, all the way to the sea, from the attic room. The light in here made it the perfect place to write, sew and draw. Many hours were spent up here in solitude, a little place away from the hustle and bustle of family life, a place to contemplate and create. Now it’s just a room for storing toys, empty boxes and lost memories. You only come up the wooden stairs when you’re looking for something or to discard more memories that no longer fit into your life. The room has changed, time has changed it. Rather than replacing the coloured glass…