07 april 2013


[canon av-1]

oh little magic village. 

we glanced into the courtyard of atelier zumthor but did not dare to knock on the door. 
dusk was falling over the tree-covered garden. 
low voices and laughter echoing from the other side of the wall. 
they played ping-pong on the grass, and i think we heard their glasses clinking.
warm light streaming from inside the studio, i remember coloured lights in the trees. 
(but that might just be my imagination fooling me).

we were the outsiders. 

1 kommentar:

  1. what a perfect and idyllic place!
    I really like your story about it too!