They may not know it yet, but the person who eventually lives here may be at that point in life when things begin to make sense. Not quite a new beginning, nor a final destination. Just that moment when you stop searching and start choosing. Perhaps they listen to music while cooking.
They keep books in places where books don't usually belong. Sometimes they stand by the window for a few minutes, holding a cup of coffee that has already gone cold. It is not absent-mindedness. It is simply how they experience the world. On the terrace, afternoons feel different.
The light falls at a certain angle, the sounds of the neighbourhood soften, and for a few moments nothing demands your attention. As though the day has paused here, just for you. Inside, the calm is real. Quiet mornings and Sundays with no plans.
Evenings when the city carries on outside while everything here remains still, and you realise this is exactly what you needed without ever having said so. Not everything important makes sense straight away. Some things, you simply recognise.
