Leaves flutter in the breeze–reverberation.

I’m unsure of what to say at the moment, as my mind right now is very, very into procrastination. So, let me just tell you a small story about…well, nothing at all. It’s just a beginning, but…yeah. xD I hope it amuses you.

‘Anything.’ You recognize that word? I’m very sure you do. That’s what I’ve been told whenever people wanted to talk to me, wanted to see samples of my writing–that’s what they said even if I showed them my drawings…well, doodles.

But the people that tell me they want “anything” rarely get it at all. In fact, most of the time they get Anything’s equally popular cousin, Nothing.

But that changed when I found, in the depths of my hometown, a bookshop called Winterhaven. I never noticed it before, mainly because I’m the sort of person that, while walking, looks down at her feet.

It isn’t that I’m (gosh, no) emo, it’s only because I find that people drop things while walking and don’t stop to retrieve them. Marbles, coins, cellphone straps, bits of string, paper bills, old receipts–I’ll usually look and stuff them into my own pocket.

It was a Thursday, when I noticed Winterhaven. I remember because I hate Thursdays. The street sweepers come out every Thursday, clean the streets of all the marbles, coins, cell phone straps, bits of string, paper bills, old receipts and other fun things.

To make sure that I got at least one thing from the evil street sweepers, I woke up very early. Half-past seven in the morning, to be exact. My classes, as I attend a local university are usually three hours after this time, so technically I’m not lying when I tell my parents ‘I’m leaving for school.’

But this particular Thursday, my lucky stars had their eyes closed. The street sweepers somehow found out (through some sort of evil street sweeper network, I’m sure) and had already started sweeping the streets clean.

Frantically I ran while looking down, down at the cement past my sneakers, looking for anything interesting. Being my height, you can imagine that this kind of running would look amusing to a tall person, but it really is more work than it looks.

Anyway, so I began looking. Looked down. Looked some more. And there was nothing but clean, gray cement. It was turning out to be a very bad Thursday and I was about to give up and go look for an open deli, when something glittered in the distance.

Quickly I ran after that golden glint and saw what it was: a golden ribbon attached to a flyer. Better than nothing at all, I thought, so I picked it up and started to read.

‘GRAND OPENING: WINTERHAVEN BOOKSHOP

COME ONE, COME ALL! BOOKS FROM EVERY CORNER OF THE GLOBE AT CHEEP PRICES!

TRAVEL THE WORLD WITHOUT EVER LEAVING YOUR ROOM.’

Well, I thought, books are great things indeed. When I looked up from the flyer, I saw it: Winterhaven.

Funny how my feet knew the route on their own, while my mind was preoccupied with other matters, eh?