Friday, July 13, 2007

"a terraced house on a tree-lined street. earlier today, the house rang with the sound of children's cries and adult voices, but since the last occupant took off (with her satchel) a few hours ago, it has been left to sample the morning itself. the sun has risen over the gables of the buildings opposite and now washes through the ground-floor windows, painting the interior walls a buttery yellow and warming the grainy-red brick facade. within shafts of sunlight, platelets of dust move as if in obedience to the rhythms of a silent waltz. from the hallway, the low murmur of accelerating traffic can be detected a few blocks away. occasionally, the letter-box opens with a rasp to admit a plaintive leaflet"
- alain de botton