History and wonder.

I love historic homes. They have a way of speaking to me way down deep. Whenever I see one, I can't help but wonder, has a baby been born in there, has anyone died in there, has anyone gotten engaged on that porch? My heart starts to bond with the story of the home, with the majesty of architectural details that have all but gone extinct. Waking across a wooden porch and opening a creaky screen door is heavenly to me. It makes me think of MeMaw's hunting lodge, and seeing grandma Stella's smile through the tinted mesh when I used to visit her.
I love pretty houses and manicured sidewalks.
I'd like to think I'm going to have my very own historic home one day.
I'm just letting patience have her perfect work. Meanwhile, I dream.