when writing makes you feel something

“She thought about migratory birds, and the thrush on a summer evening, and the cuckoo - yes, the cuckoo - and the great, cold birds that sail and watch, and the very small birds that sweep in for hasty visits in large late-summer parties, chubby, dumb, and unafraid, and about the swallows that only honor houses where the people are happy.”

The Summer Book, Tove Jansson, 1972

film / circa 2010 / Holga 120cfm