I wasn`t sure if to take that road or stay and take a hot bath.
Things appear to hapend in the most extrange ways perhaps.
On the road to the house in the woods: the sun, the moon and everything became so clear.
It was a long journey for me, for been always in this twilight.
But then I saw it, in a mountain, between the woods: The Glass House.
To get there first you have to take 30 steps up, in the shadow of expectation
It was hard to breathe and then the sweetest voice came from the entrance door.
A voice that greet and old friend and invites me to stay, not to leave.
Once inside the Glass House its difficult to tell, if you want to stay forever or get out.