High above, on the third floor of a building, is a door that opens to the air, the patio long since removed. The sun is out, the sky clear. Behind the mill is Helmetta Pond. Fall has set in, coloring the pond's edge in an earthy brown. Reed grass blows in a mild breeze, listing now, having lost the vitality of spring and summer.
Ripples reflect sunlight in the pond.
There is a stillness here. The sounds of Main Street traffic are muffled by the mill. The smell of snuff is gone as well. Plywood-covered doors and windows cover the emptiness inside. The bottom windows of a large storage building are covered in bars, allowing a small breeze to escape the building.