If - I lived my life on a small island I would walk out every morning in search of life, in search of beauty. I would walk along the beach looking for shells and beautiful stones. I would listen to the seagulls and would learn the songs and scedules of other seabirds as well. I would bend in the wind like straws, or raise my whole body to meet the morning sun.
If - I lived on a small island, I would walk out in spring to look for the nests, and make sure not to disturb the birds. If - I lived on a small island, I would walk out in summer to look for the wild roses. If - I lived on a small island, I would walk out in autumn to say goodbye to the migrant birds. If - I lived on a small island, I would walk out in the dark winter night to dance with the northern aurora borealis light.
If - I lived on a small island, I would live in an old cabin with red painting worn almost grey by the sea and the wind. The cabin would have windows facing all four compass directions, and in front of every window there would be a small table. A small table for my diary, a sketchpad and an old mug filled with coloured pencils. In the main room there would be a table with a few chairs, enough to invite you to share a meal with me.
I would share my island stories with you, and you would bring me a gift - a sea shell, a beautiful stone, a bouquet of wildflowers, a bird's feather. And you would tell me about your island.
Tell me about your favorite place, in words or with a link, and let's share life stories.
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Photos: from the island Vega. The island awakened a dream in me.
