Home

The warm fire warming your feet and hands, the cold air blowing through the windows, a soft wool carpet or hardwood floor. Home. But home could be feelings, emotions: Tired, as you drift off to sleep, barely being able to keep your eyes open. Happy. A delightful, pleasant feeling to be around your family and friends. When I think about my home I see the colours grey, green and brown. When I think of the sounds and things I hear in my home, I think of a cat purring and my brother talking to his friends from the room next to mine. When I think of the scent and smells in my home I smell: peanut butter, chocolate and cinnamon. The smooth marble counters, the soft comfortable couch, the piles upon piles of pillows and blankets. Home.