I love the way old houses shift and creak at night.

The wind blows on a cold night and the floorboards and walls shift slightly

everything gives way just a bit

With each bit of pressure on the top of the floor the wood shifts. It bends. It accommodates. The paint shrinks and expands as do the walls.

Imagine if we all shrunk together when life was "cold" and we all expanded when life was "warm"


if wood and plaster and mortar and paint can do that - why cant people?