This view was calling to me the moment I walked through the door, into my friend’s home. The light was joyfully dancing from each carefully chosen piece of art, to the sun warmed furniture, to the southern charm of the architecture. Even the muted colors and textures of the oriental rug were able to hold on to the dance of light. There was no wonder why I, too, wanted to hum along.
This view was calling to me the moment I walked through the door, into my friend’s home. The light was joyfully dancing from each carefully chosen piece of art, to the sun warmed furniture, to the southern charm of the architecture. Even the muted colors and textures of the oriental rug were able to hold on to the dance of light. There was no wonder why I, too, wanted to hum along.
