She dresses for company, every day – just in case. Keeps a puzzle at her side – a distraction for lonely times, entertainment for guests.
Comfortable is the state I aspire to today – lounging pants, a weathered tee, and a pace to match. Tomorrow, we prepare: finish up packing,
It’s like cycling uphill in three lanes of traffic in a snowstorm trying to communicate with you I keep peddling – sending signals – but
Old houses exude charm: walls whispering nostalgic wonder, eliciting yearnings buried deep within the soul. Purchasers are spellbound, transported to simpler times, read mystical forecasts
Yesterday’s vibrancy now faded markings on boarded up facades I stand on the edge of loss, of ghostly memories and ponder what lies below –