Soft frost sketches are etched into the window by winter's gentle fingertips, framing the room inside it. Soft colors beam behind it radiating through to the outside world. Drawn towards the warm colors out of the cold, you are enveloped by the soothing rhythms of music while your senses are slowly surrounded with the gentle aromas of candles and incense. Now peering through the window, you observe the scene lying before you.
A bookshelf filled with treasured pages of memories and entertainment while covered in awards, medals, trophies, and other honors earned from the art of living. A dresser with a glass pane holding beloved pictures of friends found, as well as lost, held in the essence of their beauty forever. A rose adorned sleigh bed looms against the wall inviting you into its warm and comforting arms to fall lightly through your Land of Dreams. Beside it stands a small nightstand staying guard over the engraved cherry-wooden box protecting family heirlooms and inherited jewels which adorned the gracious figures of favorite family from before my time.
The walls, a sea of waist high pink paint, carry an airy ballerina as well as the heavy tonnage of a small pod of whales upon its waves. Poems, pictures, quotes, and numbers mesh upon a corkboard of organized insanity. An intercom connects the secluded haven to the rest of the household as well as the outside world. A closet door embedded into the wall opens into a forest of clothing collected over years of haphazard fashions. Shelves overflowing with books are also hidden within, containing poetry, childhood stories, natural sciences, and anything else one can think of are included in this eclectic collection.
Spread along the floor surrounding every aspect of the room are collections of writing journals, idea logs, folders of inspirations and pictures. Also mixed among those are running shoes, racing spikes, ballet shoes, half soles, and pointe shoes, all loved in their own way. Expression is the name of this room. Writing, dancing, music, running, reading, all modes of the room's transportation. This, told through a frost-framed window, on the eve of a cold winter's night.
