Summer

by Nelson Bourrec Carter

This house is just that. A house. It’s what it shelters that matters. It wasn’t always there, and there it won’t remain for ever. It will move on, to another house perhaps, or something entirely different. It came in when the house was still new, and sturdy, and vibrant, filled with love. Love is an invitation, just as much if not more so than any open door. One day, when this place loses some of its luster, it will leave. Towards a new invitation.
The candle of this statue is currently lit