This morning I spent a couple of hours in the university's music library, reading about composers for a project I'm working on. When I turned to leave, this bookshelf caught my eye. I must have been thinking too hard about what I'd been reading, because these books suddenly looked like music to me. There seemed to be a rhythm and repetition to them, and those curls and swoops of string reminded me of a melody. But I can't write music, so I drew them instead!
In a week or so, this room will be packed with students, but this morning it was empty and completely quiet--a wonderful place to work.