An icy drive. A welcome smile. Handshakes and hellos. Sunshine in winter. A mix of old and woodsmoke greet my senses. Oh love. And I feel at home.
I run my hand along counter top cold. Walk through rooms and snap picture and picture. Shaky banister. Tinkerbell room. Clifford the Big Red Dog. Winter views from windows, I could only imagine until today.
Wood banister. Slate. Snow blankets and bare trees. I could sit there for hours, with coffee and book--or not--and just dream. I inhaled deeply and turned out of the driveway, smile on my lips, faith in my heart, leaping hope.
Scrolling through 64 photos. Listening to Van Morrison. Reminds me of you.