I walk my daughter to dance and then take the scenic route back home.
There is a house for sale on a quiet street. I stop and look at the long windy driveway, the trees that surround it, the peacefulness. It reminds me of houses from my neighbourhood when I was six, big front window, ranch style, set back from the street.
There is a running creek nearby. The sun is warm.
I wonder why they are leaving. Seems pretty perfect to me.Print