A wrong turn, a tiny lane and an abandoned house scheduled for demolition. I park the car under a spreading shade tree and try the door. Ancient metal gives under my hand it and swings open. What a feast here for the imagination.
First glance is filled with dirt and grime and evidence of wild things.
Mice and birds have made their home where proud wives once kept a home. Leaning carefully against the crumbling doorpost, I half close my eyes and look for that other, hidden, home inside this abandoned shelter. They've left their marks, the women that lived here once. Brides were carried across this scuffed threshold and tireless hands kept this parlor waxed and dusted. Kitchen counters bear the scars of innumerable meals prepared there.