More than walls
When we finally arrived, it was all there just like in that picture we had created in our minds after so many descriptions we had heard.
It was standing there, frozen in time, as if waiting for its owners to return.
Homes too have a soul. They encompass the feelings and memories their residents confide and build in them. The life we experience, the persons we shape ourselves to be, the laughter and tears we express, they all seep into the walls and are cautiously guarded like a well-kept secret.
It only takes a single breath to remember it all.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers