The house remains a spectator. Windows dark like opaque sea-depths. Rustic red building on a hill. The pond spouts a lovely Sunday and splits the flat, disturbing the stillness, expelling from geyser-side to center. Nothing breaks the white, but, from the vantage of a traveller; yellow, orange, red, green, purple, violet, and blue. The rainbow in the ‘pillow fight’ (momentarily)from an askew view. -for Sula