One morning,
I suddenly felt a stirring deep within my chest.
Something that hadn’t existed in me until yesterday
began to quietly expand the moment I awoke.
Outside the window, the scenery was the same as always.
Soft morning light shone in,
and quiet air filled the room.
Yet only on that morning,
my heart was trembling just a little, for no reason at all.
Suddenly,
my eyes fell upon a blank white sheet of paper on the table.
Why, I wondered.
That sheet of paper I’d never paid any attention to
seemed to be calling out, asking me to “draw something.”
Without realizing it, I picked up a pen.
Before I could think,
my hand quietly began to move.