Those beautiful
mid-century homes
I grew up walking past,
dreaming of
are still there.
My longing to know
how life is
within those walls
still lingers.
I resist the urge
to peer inside,
enjoying the mystique
and fantasy,
knowing the reality
will never measure up
to a lifetime
of delicious wondering.
I love this. It always looks great from the outside, yes?
ReplyDeleteSo true... but there is something so intriguing about a well-lit window on a cold dark night.
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