The sunshine floods the empty room lightening the unadorned walls and the unused fireplace. It makes shadows of the clock, that diligent recorder of time's passage, and of the few pictures of little known family members. It does not touch the bust intended to suggest a shared sophistication nor the fruit on the table, decorative and untouched.
From here I came. To here I return occasionally, if only in distant retrospection, to remember that strange tranquility that knew not words nor laughter and that suggested structure and permanence.
I wonder if it still exists. Is the house now happily peopled? I trust that it is and that chatter and chuckles enliven all spaces, even those untouched by the sun.
Thanks to The Mag
8 comments:
It is good to find hope, the potential, in that light.
See the light, hear the chatter and chuckles :)
smiles...i would like to think that it is filled as well with life...even in areas untouched by the sun....really nice little piece...
I certainly hope so, full of chatter and chuckles, even those untouched by the sun ~
well done indeed....thanks for sharing your words
Poignant look back on a former abode...very nice...
When I return to a city/town I once lived in I try to make time for a visit / drive by of former homes. I never tire of the exercise ...
Your Mag is lovely.
Lovely write - hope it's peopled too.
Anna :o]
Moi, je me souviens aussi...
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