I thought the library looked nice in the luscious blue twilight so I snapped a photo. As I did, this swan silently appeared out of nowhere. I assume it had just sailed out of a storybook in the library and that it does this every night when it thinks we're not looking.
If you think I only took one photo of the storybook swan at the library, then you have another toot coming.
For three days, I've been struggling to find a pretext to post another photo of the same old swan at the same old library.
I just realised it's Friday. There are at least two hundred windows in this photo.
It’s been 10 days since I posted a photo of the swan at the library. Ten days. I mean. Seriously. If I’d been one of those marshmallow children, they’d have found me there in the lab weeks later, wasting away, starving, lying under a mountain of marshmallows, weakly whispering ‘no, I mustn’t, I mustn’t, not yet, no, no.'