I live in an old house

...but these pictures are not taken here. In this place, every single detail that could remind of the past or tell, that this house has been here for 80 years, has been hidden and renovated. I find it sad. 

I try to listen to those old logs hidden under the new surface.

What would they write in their diaries today?

I would write: It rained. A lot.

Happily ever after