Eight Days - Bookmark (3067)

A gift to accompany the big waiting.
With a book, one can escape easily, without running away, just as with music.

Where ever You are. In between of light pages awaiting bookmark is like a wood-scented ticket to some hidden place, to some slower time. Your fingertips follow it and suddenly You appear somewhere else, reading under a tree on a hill high above the sinking valleys or maybe somewhere in the lowlands, among verdure close to a sage. Where is safe. Where ever You want it to be.