Signs of a life; a weekend in a house I didn’t know, the property of people I hadn’t met.
Although we aren’t what we own or possess: gathered belongings undeniably leave an impression!
An impression of a time spent, a time enjoyed.
Yet when this time ends, is tidied and sorted there still remains a breathe; a breathe that tells us much. This tale is the last chapter, the next the page unturned. A house; a home: a life.