Wind in the curtains
To me, home is my lineage. It’s the things passed down from generation to generation. A home filled with sunlight. Double doors flung open, chevron parquet, the chime of the clock as the heart of the house, and the piano — its soul. The scent of fresh flowers in the early morning and coffee, and the aroma of a delicious dinner in the evening.
Home is the space you long to return to — even from the most beautiful places on earth.




















