Soft weather
Jan. 24th, 2006 09:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellarienSoft air; soft light; soft grey sky. A playful wind snatched at hair and papers but did not chill the skin.
A table of high-end tchotchkes stands near the entrance of the campus bookstore. Currently it's mostly occupied by Painted Ponies, which is bizarre enough in itself, but colourful and pretty, with some vivid-coloured Oaxacan wooden sculptures on the far side. In the corner, though, there's a little Mexican idol, all arms and jaguar heads in unprepossessing fake grey stone, just sitting there without any explanation or anything else like it within sight, waiting for someone to take it home and make it part of her story. I'm not its person, or its author, but there has to be a story there.
A table of high-end tchotchkes stands near the entrance of the campus bookstore. Currently it's mostly occupied by Painted Ponies, which is bizarre enough in itself, but colourful and pretty, with some vivid-coloured Oaxacan wooden sculptures on the far side. In the corner, though, there's a little Mexican idol, all arms and jaguar heads in unprepossessing fake grey stone, just sitting there without any explanation or anything else like it within sight, waiting for someone to take it home and make it part of her story. I'm not its person, or its author, but there has to be a story there.