The Power of a Place

 In the East End of the city, there is a second-floor room in one of the stately old townhouses; it's a place I think about when I'm not there, a place I visit as often as I can...which isn't very.  It used to be a bedroom, I'm sure, in a house of eight bedrooms.  But now it's a sitting room.  Its air alone has curative properties. 

Place is a powerful thing.  Some places have an ominous feel.  Some places make you feel sleepy, or edgy, or ponderous.  Only few places in this world truly make you feel that all will be well.  For me, this is one of them.