I was looking through some old writing notebooks today and came across this.
The intoxicating scent of sandalwood and myrrh filled the air as the bedside lamp highlighted the imperfections of the ancient plaster wall. The dust of the ages gave the wall a regal patina of antiquity. The oils from a thousand hands had polished the window ledge to perfection. Never had I seen a wall with such history in one small area. The sheer silk curtain danced on the breeze and stirred the scents and the senses.
I wrote this while sitting in my room one day relaxing with some incense burning just observing the walls of my bedroom.
2 thoughts on “Inspiration from a Dirty Plaster Wall”
This is so true! I always wonder what walls could say if they could talk.
It is amazing how the oddest things can inspire us! Thanks for sharing!