The Porch

The Porch

…a place, these days, you end up almost by mistake. It’s a place without any clear direction—a spot you stumble upon after the day’s “oughts” and “shoulds” have already been addressed. A place that is neither “in there” nor “out there”. But there’s a reason it’s part of the genetic makeup of a home.

It offers, quite literally, nothing. And sometimes, nothing is exactly what is warranted.

It’s that strange place where the music just so happens to be perfect. Where the company wasn’t planned, but is exactly who needs to be there. The porch is where the shit just stops for a second and maybe, just maybe, that’s when everything actually starts to happen.