Beige and Blue

Today was the day. Seventeenth of September. The day that was marked in my calendar since mid June. It's the day that I woke up with a weird feeling in my gut, the day that my black coffee in the morning tasted especially sweet. It was a grey day, but somehow I didn't mind. A light drizzle occupied the atmosphere, but it was actually quite nice. 

I got off near Chungmuro Station and turned left around the corner. I found myself in the entrance of a huge copy shop. Hello sir, I have these two documents that I'd like to have printed out and bound into two volumes each. And then I'd have to send them to this address in London, UK. Sure, just fill this out and choose a colour for the binding.

The polo shirt behind the counter handed me a form and a ballpoint pen, its colour matched his hat. I started writing and the ink on the form turned into a blue address. When I was done I chose a colour for the sleeves of the printed documents, I picked a light beige. On my bus ride home I felt sort of empty and relieved at the same time. I looked out the window and thought, beige and blue is for the skater in you.