There is an old house I pass by on my usual running route.
For some reason every time I go by, I wonder why it sits empty.
What reasoning is there for it to sit lonely and abandoned.
And I find myself imagining what I could do with it.
On a walk one very cold day-
(when my excuse NOT to run and just walk was because it was too darn cold!),
I decided to venture in to the yard.
A very daring thing for me.
One: I hate getting in to trouble.
And even though there is no- No Trespassing sign,
I tremble when I picture the entire scenario of being run off by the owner.
Two: Abandoned Places hold me in awe...for their character, as well as the thrill of wondering just WHAT IF someone still lives there....real or otherwise.
I mean...seeing a face appear at a window from an old, abandoned building would be....
quite the thrill.
I made a trail through the snow to stand in front of it.
Walking not at my usual pace, but in a thinking sort-of pace.
Taking in the windows and old screen door.
The worn off paint and crumbling foundation.
Tree branches reaching in through the gaps in the walls.
Stopping directly in front, I noticed other things.
Jagged, broken glass in the large front window.
A set of old Christmas lights dangling off the roof and swinging in a freezing breeze.
Steps which once were tread upon .... with eager and happy feet.
I stood thinking about other times this home had seen.
For it HAD been a home.
Now, just an abandoned house.
After a time I walked away.
Wondering if one day this old home will ever be fixed up or made right.
I also wondered if I was to turn fast enough....if I just might see someone waving at me through the window.
But I didn't turn again to find out.
(And my thinking walk.... turned back into my usual (and bit quicker) walking pace.)
The thrill of an abandoned house.
(I need to get out more.)