It was in the late ’90s when I was headed back to Columbus after a visit with my parents in Louisville, passing through Cincinnati at that magical twilight hour, when the sky turned pink and house windows glimmered with a warm yellow glow.
I can’t remember the exact time I hatched the idea for 923 Oak, but this specific memory is vivid. (Notable in itself, as anything within the past 20 years is a bit of a blur. And not because of any illegal substances.)
I have always been drawn to soft, cozy lighting. Particularly in homes, as an outsider looking in. I’m curious who turned the lights on. Curious about their states of mind when they flipped the switch. Wondering how his day was. How her year has been.
Ever the optimist, I tend to believe that we are all more similar than different. More good than bad. And hopefully, more happy than sad.
I’m not sure if that’s true. But this is my attempt at finding out, talking to the residents of one address across the country.
And like the warm glow of light through the windows, I was drawn to this address.