1.08.2009

driving into my hometown

The moonlight is bouncing off the snow covered lawn of my childhood home.
The creak of the stairs, the sound of the front door's iron knocker- knocking as someone closes the door, the smell of the wood stove, and the warm, worn feeling of the antique brown armchair that I take over when Dad heads to bed...
We have arrived.

3 comments:

Adam said...

Hmm...

I wonder when I'll next be in Andover.

Erin said...

Home! That creak in your stairs. I can hear it in my head. I actually had a dream last night about your dad's house and the street outside. Weird. I didnt' realize it until I read this post. Give it all a hug for me!

Lindsey said...

YAY!!!! Can't wait to see you guys!! Camden is excited to meet you!