When I wish upon a star, I dream of places not near but far.
Reality check –
I shutter at the thought that I may never ever for the rest of my life have shutters like those in France.
I shutter at the thought that here in the U.S., the shutter is extremely unappreciated.
I shutter at the thought of how much these shutters might cost me – as they are not a common option beyond commercial use. However, if I ever build a house, I’m investing in roll shutters.
Sigh.. the roll shutter, my dream.
To close the house up at the end of a long, hot summer day.
Shutting out the world and settling into your space.
Signaling to those outside that you are closed.
Curled up in your private cocoon.
Nestled in to recharge and prepare for the next day.
To wake up in the morning and hear the sound of the roll shutter rising, or the wooden shutter creak open and gently slam against the stone exterior – announcing:
THE DAY HAS BEGUN, ALL RISE AND HAIL THE DAY!
To nap in the afternoon, or shield from the hot sun.
The unappreciated and overlooked shutter.
The calming feeling when you roll down or close the shutters.
Placed on the outside of the house to protect, conceal, close.
Est-ce que le monde serait meilleur – peut-être. Mais, il aurait semblé mieux.