I am your slice of Nature

You’re here.
Slowly you close the door behind you. Stop for a moment. Close your eyes and breathe. Take off first one shoe, then the second. Until your naked toe touches the wood, first with its tip, then with full traction. Arrived. In your world. Far away from the hustle and bustle. Stress. Anything that could endanger your grounding.

I like it when you when you arrive.
When I see how the last worry lines smooth out again. When we first met, you had even more. Do you remember? When you put your fingers on my wood for the first time. Decided what I would look like. What I should offer you. How I could become the frame for your world. You have accompanied me each meter that I have grown. Shaped. Breathed life into me. You even gave me your name.

We’re companions.
I still see the enthusiasm in your eyes when you tell amazed visitors that I am made of wood. You always say that you live immersed in nature. Laugh and lift your glass to life. Sometimes, when you are all alone, you stroke my wood with your finger. Like back then. I know that you are already thinking about how you will change me. In which dress you want to wrap my facade next. And sometimes, when you are alone, you remember the dream you had as a child. When you visited your grandfather in his small, modest wooden house. In his world. “At some point, I will have my own too,” you told him then. Yes, he would also like this.

Your VillaVOON. Your world.