Mead Composition Book – A Tale of Romance and Woe, Dreams and Castles
Composition books have their place. Accountants, college students and people drawing up plans to rearrange their furniture all might find them as useful as they are efficient.
Mead is a great brand, known for notebooks. This traditionally-styled black book will look perfect wherever you carry it.
On an early August morning, however, sitting in a cafe on the west side of a northbound street, I sat with my ordinary wide ruled book with nothing to say. It happens, it’s said, to everyone along the way, that the words just aren’t there.
Staring blindly out the window, she rushed in and looked at me wantonly. (I’m sorry, but I’ve forgotten her name.) I could tell you about her beauty and her smile, but she wasn’t interested. She saw me, with my empty composition book, and my unused pen.
“I’m sorry. This is awkward. Can I use some paper? Borrow your pen? I just remembered something important.”
I nodded. She sat down, took my pen and paper, and looked at me blankly. Here, I would tell you about the color of her eyes, and I could, but she quickly looked at the paper and wrote. She never saw me. Just my paper.
She wrote an address, a sketched map, and slowly drew a castle with a turret. She used the entire page, carefully tracing the lines printed by the publisher to keep her building straight.
“There!” she declared to me, though I think she met anyone who was sitting in front of her.
“That’s the dream I have always had. I saw where it should be. A bungalow is there now. Thanks.” Before I finished my espresso, she was gone with the page torn.
I still have the notebook, with the first page missing. It has since been littered with random journal notes, some of which are my own sketches of her. Buy your own, fill it with it your dreams and memories, and have it ready when a beautiful woman asks to borrow a sheet.
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Are we down here? There’s nothing to see. Well, since you are here, “My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.” John Keats wrote that.