He loved how there was always change: new details, accents, refinements of room that cast all known and loved as new. However grand, however small, nuances that changed the spirit—spirit of a home, spirit of a home, the souls that lived amongst; visiting or making home.
Natural of tones, simple of art in pattern, it soothed his soul into an ease and, too, inspired romance: romance of a new—detail, accent, and spirit—and still familiar and in love with the way that it had been; like the soul of another with whom life is made through time and change ever refining, ever truer into whom and how one and—relation—were destined and meant to be.
He thought of such right then in muse of affinity and his enjoyment of the change. He thought of her there, in share of the romance, share of the space; new details, new pleasures, in spirit of room’s anew.