3 weeks ago
I've always loved old houses, especially ones protected by those who have a passion for protecring heritage. i am forever thankful for this opportunity.
year after year after year i have come to love slowly
how old houses hold themselves—before november’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of june—as if they have all come to agree that, in time, the days are no longer a matter of suffering or rejoicing.
i have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun as they go on keeping their vigilwithout need of a sign, awaiting nothingmore than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.