As fresh as this morning feels today what with cool crisp air filtering through the tightly meshed windows there's a certain solemnity gripping the stale air around the house, and the denizens whom I've always known to shuffle around the place with a gloomy countenance appear more miserable than usual.
Come afternoon the guests will be gone and the house which always feels devoid of any snugness will be empty once again, with two people quietly going about their business with minimal laughter and chatter.
One can't help but think and wonder how would anyone get through such long days with only a list of chores and television?
I guess, if there ever were any need to change then they'd have perhaps changed or developed or even cultivated their lives to be more fulfilling in a way that would add more abundance and character, but seeing how it wasn't necessary, everything remains in status quo and so there is little for me to do except help around till such time that I'm here and then be gone.
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