February "Particles"

illustration and text: shiika

The room was filled with a quiet light and I forgot the cold winter air.
I want to ride my bike along the river.
Take your camera.

Cutting through the light blue air.
You can see tiny sparkling ice crystals dancing in the air.

Each one is like a grain of film,
It's the time we spend.

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Somewhere in Her Room

“She” is here and she can go anywhere.
A depiction of everyday life coloured by design and records.

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