Today on the train, I saw a girl showing pictures of her house to her friends.
One in the snow and one in the rain. And I’ve been thinking if homes change with season. Do they look different as they grow old with time? Do they get cold in the winter when ice settles in their pipework? Does the rain make them drowsy too? And when spring arrives, do gulmohar trees spiral out of the kitchen window, orange leaves bursting through the cracks in the chimney?