You should stop, for just a moment. Get out of the car, go for a walk, don’t talk, just listen. What do you hear? What can you see? For me… I hear the water lapping against an old Bach on the Waikato River. I don’t even know who’s Bach it is, I can’t see inside but for me I can picture the family that grew up here, the stories, the drama’s. The only thing that matters to me at this point is that I stopped for a moment, to listen.
If you listen carefully, you can here the people.
I want to know who it belongs to, but then again I like that I can imagine who lives here.