I’ve always admired this building
Even as a child I loved
All it’s tiny windows
Shimmering in the sunlight
It seemed like a fairytale bungalow to me
And I often gazed at it for long
From an Aunt’s house
So when I seemed to drive by it now
During some hard times
Everyday I had to pass down that same street
My mind still found beauty
In those sparkling windows
That roof
And the wooden beams
So I took a picture of it
As though I was
The little girl looking within
Time had passed
But this picture
And this home
Would be the most significant
iPhotograph for me this year
For the memory it has always been
December:
A little chaotic? No absolutely calm.
A little rushed? No slow paced like the morning sun.
A little sad? No full of hope.
A little boring? No full of fun.
Full of glitter? Yes absolutely with warm lights and tinsel!
December time to soak in what was good and release what didn’t work out.
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