This house on the lake is circled by the moon and sun and lit at night by the stars. The wind and rain curve around and over its edges as if it were an organic thing, permanent and living, absorbing and defending at the same time. When the wind turns to snow the house nestles in for the duration, a fireplace lit at the center and burning far into the night.
sitting in my mother's chair her unmistakable love
WHCHaibun 2005-10-18