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.)
