Doorway to the soul

Anna Luisa moved today. Our neigbhor and part of this eclectic complex of family we rent from here. It is their old house we rent in and her old room, painted in dolphin murals and adorned in teenage graffiti writing on the walls I have claimed as my own. Moving to Quito for a new job and suddenly our bare open house has furniture. Storage and gifts from Anna Luisa making our house feel more like a home.

Classes around the house today. Reading under the shade of the Eucalyptus trees in the garden and forgetting time as the day speeds past. A scarce day for blips but I felt drawn to the now abandoned house gate. Forlorn and empty now, guarded by fantastic sentinels and cryptic magical writing over the walls. Waiting for her return while curiousity pricks my imagination. Who will be the new neigbhors?