THIS IS WHAT OUR DREAMS ARE MADE OF

Afternoon sunshine in winter, the faded white of 1900, the smell of clean sheets, flowers that bloom in May, a second life, jute and cotton, a sunny end to a summer storm, chatting with friends after a meal, a low chair with a story to tell, eating roasted chestnuts while wrapped in a scarf, arriving at an oasis called home, the simplicity of more being more.