The House That Dreams Of Being My Home

A babbling creek steadily rushes into a calm river. A river that gets disturbed by the feet of ducklings, mom and pop duck, and little fish fins as they brush across the surface.

A small boat sits in green algae as it is tied to crackling wood that rises out of the water to make the sturdy dock. This dock reaches to the green grass of a small yard. Squirrels play in the dirt, pick up acorns dropped by nearby trees. Birds fly and make nests up under the biggest branches. Nearby, deer walk and break sticks that be heard from hundreds of feet away.

Upon this green illustrious yard sits an empty capsule. This capsule, once built by neighboring trees, stands as strong as the oak tree it is made of. Four strong brown walls, A roof that steeply peaks, and windows that are clouded with years of age.

The porch sits empty, but stretches across the front with stairs on both sides. Grass has grown over the edge of the bottom step. Wild flowers bloom along the front.

The aged front door that sits upon this porch serves as a mouth to the empty cabin and has so much it wants to say, but the words need to be created.

Many people say the expression, "If these walls could talk." If this cabin could talk, it would express it's dream to have love within it's walls. In order for a home to survive, love needs to flow through, just like a heart.

We turn the front door handle and open up the door to the one floor house. The living room sits empty where I would set up the rock fireplace with the TV above the mantle. On the raw hardwood floor, i'd lay down a beautiful rug where to rest my feet on a long day. A nice table made from a similar tree as the house to serve as a sibling to wooded abode.

As long as I have longed for this home, it has longed for me as well. But just like destiny, it's not my turn quite yet. I continue to envision. Continue with me.

Let's walk into the beautiful kitchen where we shall feed our souls as much as ourselves. In this kitchen, it will have wrap around counters, an island in the middle, a beautiful back splash complimenting the face of this dining area. With a beautiful table where the family will enjoy the company of eachother.

This cozy atmosphere will be a relaxing paradise where we can all retire after a long day of the real world. Beautiful views of the world we want to see as we look out the eyes of our humble home.

After a nice dinner, we would like to get ready to close our eyes to drift off into another dream. We enter and see the beautiful bed sitting on the carpet draped across the wood floor. Ceiling to floor windows that look out into Mother Earth's natural beauty. A patio where we can sit and have coffee with our only neighbors, the wildlife.

Branches of trees where a world of birds live, hang over the porch where we sit shaded from the strong rays of our lovely sun. The patio is lightly cracked after years of rain and snow. Age that really only beautifies these homely bones.

This house dreams of our family to come and make it beautiful once more. To make it's heart beat again. To hear laughter, happiness, and the vibrations of love. Without us, a house is just a house. With us, A house is a home.