Rose's bookshelf: read

I walked during mornings and afternoons, just to recover my health and breathe fully the fresh air. But one morning made it all different, for once in my life, I appreciate the architecture of houses lined up among the streets that I visited. Somehow, I could differentiate them from different styles, even if they were renovated.

Eagle street, perhaps is one of the streets unknown to the subdivision where I lived in; despite the fact that its name is different from the others who were named after planets and constellations or whatever you can name that is part of the solar system.

Is there an “Eagle” constellation? haha. Well, we also have Oak street here by the way.

I walk along and noticed a house sitting at the edge of the cliff, it’s architecture reminded me of Lilly put Janes. Its red clay roofs and whitewashed paint seemed homey, gates were beautifully crafted steelworks, landscape is simple but what struck me most is the exterior with clay floors, exterior tables and chairs and shelves that has country painted pots with flowers.

I couldn’t help but envied it, almost all the houses that I adore has an astounding view of the city and the sea. I wish I could get a chance to get inside and marvel their interior designs and appreciate their gardens and many more.

But in the end, I decided to paint it, possibly at early morning (when everyone’s still asleep. ;P )