Lost a son in war:

Everything about it is gray. There are windows set back from the fresh air into the grayness, but you can’t see any people — or anything — through them.

Just fallen in love:

There are nuances in the stone – mysteries and treasures ripe for discovery. And so many windows! So much outlet to the world, so much possibility!


This wall pretty much looks the same as any other wall. Nothing special.


It’s huge and heavy and looks like it could crush an army of people if it were to topple. Its grayness tells me, “turn around, don’t go here.”