Destination Anywhere1997

Janie:
He build a house around me. Strong beams rooted in earth. And smooth walls, rich with colour. And a canopy of sky. Windows reveal a new view. In their reflection, my mouth smiles back, its curves relaxed. And the bed, soft as a welcoming hand. I, who all my life, had made my home in rented rooms, the carpets crusted with the leavings of prior occupants, now have an address. This house he build. The streets paved with our love.