Nana's House

Measurements: approximately ~5" × 5" × 5"

It always smelled faintly of cinnamon — and something warm you couldn’t quite name.

Afternoons ticked by to the rhythm of a clock that never hurried. The table was never bare: a bowl of apples, a tin of buttons, a plate of cookies cooling on wax paper. Quilts stacked high in the cedar chest told stories as intricate as the ones she told at bedtime.

This was not just a house.

It was a keepsake box, filled with the hum of bees, the scratch of a rocker on wood floors, the gentle certainty that love could be the most enduring architecture of all.