Wind and Leaves

Our garage-turned-living-space creaks alarmingly in this wind. Every time there's a strong gust, I half-expect the walls to come down on my head. But there are worse things than this and our new home continues to provide us with all the little comforts we need. I daydream about it growing new rooms though, not the sort that you'd find in a real home, but things like a workroom with vast empty tables, an art gallery, a coffee shop, and a room containing a comfy chair and giant window.

Who knows, maybe this pseudo-house will start growing someday soon.