Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Old House
I pass this house every morning on the way to work. An industrial business has encroached on it's back yard. The neighborhood is not great. Old curtains hang in tatters, the windows are always dark and cold.
But I just love this house. It's one of those things I think about each morning. Who lived there? What children skipped home from school to that house each afternoon? When was the last time someone lived there? Were they happy there? Which front window did they put the Christmas tree in?
Did they ever think their beloved home would end up this way? Run down, disregarded, empty.
Each day I drive by, hoping that someone will give it a second chance. I hope that someday I drive by and see pretty lace curtains hanging, flowers in the yard, a lamp lit in an upstairs window. I love that old house.