Aerodrom

i was just at the library, in a corner, sitting by an old table, i love that they’ve taken care of that table, even if everything is computerized and metallized now, and i just felt so good, sitting there, i haven’t been there for ages, i read a book written by someone i knew a long long time ago, i read it in two hours, there was an open window, a nice breeze across my skin and an old man sitting beside me writing, using a pencil, and i thought that i haven’t heard that sound in a long time, pencil on paper, and i felt a nostalgia, while reading something someone from my past wrote.