Photo Stories: Frangipani Blossoms

You have to see it to believe it. The frangipani tree in the courtyard which lies in the heart of @siolimhouse is a sight for sore eyes. I loved watching its lightly fragrant blossoms sway in the summer breeze while sipping afternoon tea. The beautifully restored glass window is like a book that opens up to a story waiting to be read and told.

The Moving Chair

As twilight fell, I returned to the great mansion. Slowly, twilight turned into darkness, the air grew still, only the rustling of the leaves accompanied it. The other guests and caretakers had retired to their rooms early. An eerie silence gripped the mansion. Delicate lace curtains in white stood at all the doors creating strange forms. As I made my way toward my room, I crossed the living area. 

A dimly lit chandelier, dusty shelves laden with books, and an old wooden plantation chair were its main characters. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I think I may have seen the chair move. Perhaps, someone sat on the chair unseen or was it simply a figment of my imagination as I found myself in a world that existed in a different time? The mystery of the moving chair remains unsolved. Maybe someone was expecting company on a lonely night.