Sep 9, 2017 

It was yellow with white trim. One story. Tiny garage in back, the driveway one of those old ones that was just two rows of concrete with grass growing down the middle. There was a white picket fence in the front yard with daisies growing along in front of it, breaking off at the front gate in the middle. The path from the sidewalk to the gate and on to the white front porch was made up of pavers, the kind you’d hop along from one to the next. And just to the side of the gate stood a bright red mailbox which the mailman delighted to see as small thoughtful treats were often left inside for him with an encouraging note, especially on days with poor weather, though often enough on sunny days too.