happiness in green: platinum 3776 century fountain pen

A bright green leaf tickles your nose when you enter the room. There are plants everywhere; on shelves, on the floor, hanging from the ceiling. The room smells fresh, rather like the smell of soil after rain. All that foliage drowns out the noise from outside, and you find a nice armchair to sit on. The velvety fabric is soft to your touch, bearing marks of many people who sat there before. The light comes through large windows, hitting every leaf, strange shadows playing on the bright walls. A pot of coffee sits on the small table, the mist curling around the leaves and stems.