What is a day like in a hundred-year-old home with no television?
It's soft light through the windows as all is quiet.
It's books, so many books.
It's seeing your life reflected in those things that surround you.
It's the sound of music of generations ago.
It's board games played while bread bakes in the oven and the dog slumbers nearby.
It's antique lace, and things few know how to make any more.
It's things from the ground and the garden collected to be beauty or nourishment.
It's the sounds from a shop, things being repaired or built
to make the home stronger.
It's soft laughter and amber liquid, there in that quiet house
where you will soon lay your head.