And you understand with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful
While Sam was not back in his bookshop under the best of circumstances, there were still things to enjoy about the simple, quiet life he could lead maintaining it. Of course, as always his anxieties and fears remained in the background, but in the dark and cosy shop, the fire crackling away (behind a guard) and surrounded by the smell of paper and books, it was easier to put them aside and focus on what could make it a good day.
With the door open for any customers to enter, he was sat at the counter, practicing his lettering; with the break he'd had in bookmaking he'd feared he'd lost the way, but it actually seemed he was fine, the letters coming out of his pen even and neat, no noticeable difference from the last time he'd written. Taking sips from his tea, Sam smiled at the page, lifted it up to the light coming through the dimmed windows to see the letters as clear as he could.
With the door open for any customers to enter, he was sat at the counter, practicing his lettering; with the break he'd had in bookmaking he'd feared he'd lost the way, but it actually seemed he was fine, the letters coming out of his pen even and neat, no noticeable difference from the last time he'd written. Taking sips from his tea, Sam smiled at the page, lifted it up to the light coming through the dimmed windows to see the letters as clear as he could.
SAMUEL
