where we live

where we live is a little different than what most people experince. it isn't fancy, the water pipes and fire prevention pieces hang from every corner of the house. the window treatments fall at random times during the day and they are ever so dusty. the hot water pipes rattle so loudly we say there is a person stuck in the walls...we call him burt. there is a fan on the top of the roof that hums so loudly i imagine take off is not far off. it is a small house, and an oddly shaped house. we don't have a lawn out our back door, instead we have pathways that lead into secret gardens and mountainous hills that have yet to be concurred. we have offices that we visit and librarys to explore, we have a hallway to race in and trees longing for their sleeping lions to return. when new experiences are being had, there are numerous people encouraging and cheering on the learner. community is had whenever people gather. today, for an hour or possibility more it didn't matter how small this place was, how dusty and dirty the blinds are or how crooked my cupboards are. what mattered was the snowball fight that occurred outside fraser hall with sophie and the students. she stood her ground and fought both with and against a line of young men who had no issue handing back to her what she was willing to deal out. she ran and escaped, dodged and was pelted. her cheeks were rosy and her smile filled my heart. there was even the occasional one thrown from the hands of penny. where we live is not fancy but i felt like it was as if we lived in a palace today.