it’s a new day: esterbrook estie nouveau blue fountain pen

The carpet on the floor muffles your steps as you climb the stairs. Happy chatter comes from above you, accompanied by sounds of cutlery clanking. There’s a faint smell of fresh cooking. You climb another floor. The windows let in a faint light, a thin layer of clouds curtaining the sun. Your shadow falls step behind you, taking the steps one at a time as well. You climb another floor. The sounds of people chatting gets fainter and fainter behind you. When you reach the door, there is no bell, no knocker. You pause for a moment. Then, slowly tap your knuckles against the aged wood.