Abandoned

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.

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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.)

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The thrill of an abandoned house.

(I need to get out more.)