Saturday, March 14, 2015
Walking into the sky
It felt more magical than a tiny fairy door because the potential was enormous, as big as the universe.
Or maybe my subconscious was remembering how I felt long time back reading the final lines of Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass: "So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky."
I've always thought that is one of the most brilliant ends to a novel ever.
Different day. Different sky. No openings except those one makes.
steady lap of waves,
cacophony of crows