The first time I saw the house. my attention has been drawn. It's on the outskirts of town. bordering the district area which has cool and comfortable air. The houses there are far from each other.
But everyone knows and feels close to
his neighbors. Because it is not an economic route, the traffic is not so crowded that it doesn't bother you even if the house is on the side of the road.
The front page is a bit narrow. of course
But not stifling.
Because there grows a cypress tree, surrounded by lush grass and flowers that are fresh and regularly sweet. It is said that apart from the residents
previously there was another hand that was lovingly caring for the small garden with painstaking care. Maybe there is some truth to it. Because the tiny house is more often empty than filled. In that empty state, almost no one dared to approach the house or even the yard. let alone enter it.
The house is haunted, they say.
Too bad. Even though the side page
always drenched in the warm morning sun, with views of the velvety green rice fields at the rear, a tributary of a river far below, and gray mountains on the edge of the sky. Not to mention the house itself. Although small, it was built according to up-to-date tastes. The front wall is engraved. soft glass. one wide view with a red heart-colored imitation mosaic-covered ceiling. contrast with the walls painted in cream color.
That's all that impressed me
Cool air. The quiet atmosphere is perfect for someone like me who wants to work without being disturbed by other people or the hectic traffic on the street.
But. is there peace in the house?