Blue Irises

        

I'm in love with Wild Jordan. It's more than just an amazing study spot; it's a place to think, to watch the city, to escape. And at the moment, to dream.

Someday, I want a house like this. Or at least a room like this. Quiet and serene with smooth concrete floors and walls full of books. The kind of room you can silently pad around in your socks in. A place where you can curl up inside a massive couch and read and read and read. I want it to be open and soothing and warm; the kind of place you could sit with good friends and a glass of wine and talk until dawn. I want sunshine and walls of glass. There'll be chimes in the window and they'll quietly sing in the breeze. And there'll be blue irises on the table.