Despite the occasional loud footsteps of children or large adults running in the apartment above me, I have come to love my home. It seems to me to be it's own creative, living, being.
I suppose it would be right for me to say that I have been observing it - it's habits, movements and personality.
I used to hate how the dampness of the shower would make the paint peel off the walls in the bathroom. It has the paint looking bubbly and broken. I tried covering it up with another layer of paint, but it would just peeled and bubbled off again. I don't mind it anymore. I suppose what made it ugly was that I tried to cover up the wall in the first place.
What I love most is the gradual movement of light along different walls, through doors and gaps of curtains.
light moves through doorways
horizons appear
pathway
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