“What would your walls say?”
– Slogan advertising interior decorating services
Everyone has seen them. Catchy phrases and advertising slogans. They are everywhere. This one was on the back of a green van sorely in need of a romp through a car wash.
It had the desired effect. An image of my relatively recently painted walls warmed my mind. I am fond of desert hues.
The Greek philosopher Plato thought of the mind as a cage, and birds as thoughts that flew across the vault of that inner sky. Some birds roost for a long time, some don’t. Birds, like most critters, including humans, depend on some place, maybe a couple of walls, to call home.
Walls contain, they stand, and they fall. When they aren’t obstructing things, the secret thing walls do is listen. Listen to winged things like laughter, sighs, silence or lies. What the walls say depends upon what the walls hear.
Walls, what roosts within them, gives some character, leaves others haunted.
Desert colors offer me wide open spaces in a world that sometimes feels too small. That’s what my walls say.
Shouldn't...but Do 
I really like your bog text today. 🙂
Here is my reflection:
Walls are protecting us from the outside. Sometimes they are thick of bricks and we feel protected…but we can not let anyone in.
Too thin walls don´t give us much shelter – especially not if we live in an earthquake area, like Haiti. And who cares about the color on the wall, if we know the walls are too thin to give us shelter, anyway.
Somehow this makes me wonder about clocks as walls. Desert time, the shelter for loss.