11:46 am, I’ve arrived at the residence. The wooden house is dark and ominous from the outside, just like I remembered it to be. The entrance is strategic: the wooden panes of the ever so slightly align with the panes of the house. The darkness illuminates the metallic handle. Despite the darkness, the window reveals the transparency of the house. It lures outsiders in, giving me the feeling of being inside the house, looking outdoors to the backyard. It’s almost as if I am invited inside…
Inside I realize I have been deceived; the emptiness is welcoming. Those who live here now haven’t made this place theirs yet. Although the canvas is blank, light paints the ceiling.
As I walk under the doorway to the living area, I feel a rush of relief. I can leave this place content now. I remember where I left the gold.
Brian's 212 Understanding Architecture Section 