Fifty-One

As I sit at the table, listening to the sound of the fan pumping warm air from the floor ducts into this voluminous room, I wonder whether it makes sense to have such tall ceilings in the winter. And I wonder if large swaths of glass make good sense in the winter, embracing the cold winter air as they do, inviting it in to cool my coffee. I understand the desire to have winter homes and summer homes. I wonder if it’s possible for them to occupy the same space, in the same place, with just some adjustments to the ceilings and the windows.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes "Intimacy is never wrong. It can be awkward, it can be unsettling, it can feel dangerous, it can seem out of place, but it’s never wrong."― John Swinburn
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