The Someday Shoppe

📕 It was just as it had been the last time I saw it. Dark, desolate and in dire need of repair. Still uninhabited and still drawing me like a moth to the flame. After having seen Luke at the cafe, I needed a moment to clear my head and think of where I had seen that face. I put the kickstand down in front of the old brick entrance and strolled to the front steps, which were in disrepair, to sit as if I owned the place, looking out across the street where the houses on all sides stood straight and prominent, with more beauty than functionality, I was certain. I quit my thoughts of Luke in exchange for the moment, needing to visualize this house on canvas.