Today The House is walking under a scarlet moon along a riverbank. The intense blood red light dances smoothly across the calm dark surface of the water exposing what lies beneath. They paused & listened to the calls of bats gliding over the trees. They will be joining them soon.

This couldn't be more true.

Speak like an ALPHA

Today The House is drinking tea listening to jazz. The soft tones of a saxophone drift gently over the morning air. They sip slowly savouring every moment as the sun begins to rise over the treetops. A haze of subtle pinks bursts across the sky shattering the darkness.

This from me too.

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Today The House is hidden in one of the alleyways of Durham. They carry a battered sketchbook in their scarred hands. Their mind reels from images haunting their sleep. A razor-sharp pencil is tucked behind their left ear. It was time to draw. It was time to release their pain.

Same.

Mam secretly photographed me watching a kestrel hunt in the grounds of Ushaw College today. It was magnificent.

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Today The House is lifeless. Hundreds of dark shadows shift menacingly across the walls. Rays of winter sun cannot penetrate the pages of battered sketchbooks discarded on a floor littered with leaves. The house is fading. The artist has abandoned it. The Night is returning.

Today The House is walking quietly through a dying wood on the edge of a sacred village. The trunks of every tree were scarred by fire. Their roots turned to ash severing their connection to the ancient gods. The gods screamed as they were unable to prevent their destruction.

Today The House is a fast-moving stream cutting a route through ancient land. The burnt out ruins of a medieval castle sits in its shadow. A dark figure with a pack of wolves at their back walks into the ruins. They begin searching the ashes carefully. The dragon has awakened.

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My favourite photo from last Sunday. Taken by my brother. Me showing my beautiful niece a kestrel in the distance. I am telling her all about it. According to her I am a book dragon. She says I tell the best stories.

Today The House is a spider's web clinging tightly to the branches of a Willow tree. It glistens in the moonlight like silver. A vividly coloured spider sits silently watching stardust fall into its carefully woven home. Messages from the lost guardians were becoming chaotic.

Today The House is an enchanted emerald candle burning fiercely at the end of a dark narrow alley. The flame dances hypnotically almost untouched by the bitter wind sweeping through the night. A young girl of no more than ten walks up to it. It was time to discover the truth.

Today The House is walking across a frozen wasteland. An enormous snow-storm moves gradually over the landscape like a demon hungry for prey. A desolate shell of a former school rises through the snow like a beacon of hope on the horizon. They will stay there tonight.

Today The House is an hourglass shaped like a raven placed on the gates of a disappearing cottage. The violet sand seeps slowly across the smooth dark glass. It begins writing messages nature must hide. The raven's piercing amber eyes stare out into the night. Time is fading.