Grandeur.

Wallflower.

I think part of why I love architecture is simply because I took it as a story, it was presented to me as the history of architecture. And of course I always fall in love with a thing when someone sits down and tells me its story. To me, architecture reflects excellence across the centuries, people willing to commit to ideals and study for years and years how to further those ideals and create something even greater. It's about advance, and commitment to the past, and creating structures for the future. It speaks of men (and women) who weren't flighty, who weren't afraid to give themselves for years to the same project. Men who loved beauty and strength and thought the details worth the toil. I love to listen to the stories walls do tell, but my favorite stories are the ones the ceilings tell, with all their whispers of reaching the heavens. Oh love, one day I'd like to sit in these places, and let them be part of our story. Alas, perhaps they'll just be part of mine, and I'll share those stories with you. Either way, they keep telling me to be content to build and build and build and not fear the slow process. To pay attention to the details, and to take time to listen to the stories others are wishing they could tell.