Halfway
I have always been emotionally attached to my terrace. New rooms are going to cut the terrace area by half and I have been not wanting to see the construction. But I decided to go upstairs today morning, before everyone wakes up or workers arrive. To see the blue sky: full like I want to remember it. In Between state Air heavy with possibilities Interval spaces Only visible decay Hacking the walls Reading too much into non architecture Suspended dreams of an old terrace Parted for partition Transient doors
