A house to relax in. The arm chairs perched precariously on the awning invited. I could see me watching the sunrise, with a glass of wine, our heads close together for easy conversation or that quietness that comes when one is comfortable in each others company. There is no need to say anything. The house is in need of some repair, the garden wild and yet, the textures join together to be inviting, enticing. A place to escape to when the need to relax and unwind overcomes you. A place to dream of retiring to. Why not when this is the view?
In response to Tuesdays of Texure.