This is the very first post written and created entirely within our attic guest room.
A grandfather clock ticks to my left, its pendulum swaying back in motion after years of rest.
Fringed lamps glow in all corners, brightening an otherwise dreary day.
Here, I sit on a newly-made bed and type out these words.
Even the bright glow of the lap-top is too harsh for these soft environs, and I lower the brightness until it reaches a pleasing level.
On rainy nights, and Tuesday mornings, that’s the best we can do.Back to Blog