Hold Like Owls

Blue House on Wheat Street

57 Blue House on Wheat Street A hundred years of plaster and glass forget slowly what to hold and what not to let slip through its cracks.The walls moved like trees on certain days in spring, but she loved the light that came unabashedly from its windows left uncurtained after noon. She grew older on days she stayed inside listening to leaves blanketing the roof. Growing older, she thought, meant finally letting herself be chipped away, white paint revealing a bright layer of blue. ...