I close my eyes at night and I see it: the house of my dreams. I open my eyes in the morning, and I see it: the house of my dreams.

This prompt didn’t invoke my writing reflex, rather a reflective state of mind. A punctuation in time where a song and a photo have collided.

The song:

Our House

Song by David Crosby, Graham Nash, and Stephen Stills

I’ll light the fire, you place the flowers

In the vase that you bought today

Staring at the fire for hours and hours

While I listen to you play your love songs

All night long for me, only for me

Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes

Everything is done

Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated

By the evening sunshine through them

Fiery gems for you, only for you

Our house, is a very, very, very fine house

With two cats in the yard

Life used to be so hard

Now everything is easy ’cause of you

And now…

Now everything is easy ’cause of you

And now…

I’ll light the fire, while you place the flowers

In the vase that you bought today

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Graham Nash

Our House lyrics © Nash Notes

Every single thing that happens to us influences our perspective on life. Some large events affect us more. With the passage of time, we are granted the gift of wisdom. Hopefully we use what we’ve learned. People sometimes lament about getting older. The truth is, getting older is a privilege denied to many.

I have no deep philosophizing for this prompt. Instead, I thought of song lyrics to a accompany my response.

This song has always had a very mellow feel to me. It reminds me of another time. Maybe sitting on a school bus listening to the radio, heading to or from school. The other kids laughing and talking, throwing stuff over my head. The gym-like smell of the seats. Did other people have bus drivers who let them listen to the radio? Please let me know in the comments, because my bus was jamming.

Time (Clock of the Heart) – Culture Club

Don’t put your head on my shoulder
Sink me in a river of tears
This could be the best place yet
But you must overcome your fears

Oh, in time
It could have been so much more
The time is precious I know
In time
It could have been so much more
The time has nothing to show

Because
Time won’t give me time
And time makes lovers feel
Like they’ve got something real
But you and me
We know we’ve got
Nothin’ but time
And time won’t give me time
Won’t give me time
(Time, time, time)

Don’t make me feel any colder
Time is like a clock in my heart
Touch we, touch was the
Heat too much
I felt I
Lost you from the start

Oh, in time
It could have been so much more
The time is precious I know
In time
It could have been so much more
The time has nothing to show

Oh, in time
It could have been so much more
The time is precious I know
In time
It could have been so much more
The time has nothing to show

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: George O’Dowd / Jonathan Moss / Michael Craig / Roy Ernest Hay

Time (Clock of the Heart) lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CTM Publishing, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Let me start out by saying I have two to-do lists. The first one pertains to work, and that’s written on a sticky note. Everything on that one gets done for that day.

My second to-do list is a general household list, and vacuuming is the item that gets scratched off and added to the next day’s list, usually every day. Yesterday, I finally was able to scratch that off, though.

I keep a to-do list because it feels like an accomplishment to be able to cross off items. Many days I cannot do any of the things on my list, so when I am able to complete one (or all), I feel an extra boost of accomplishment by crossing them off.

One of the items on my list today is to get out in that late winter sunshine. Happy Saturday.