A lone house sits in the late afternoon sun. The gentle warm wind makes a faint whistle, as it blows through the holes made by the wrecking ball. A home half intact and half forgotten. As I look closer I see the wallpaper of a kids bedroom, whats left of it adorns elk and pine trees.
This house has its memories laid bare, the sounds of laughter absorbed and the tears shed are both evident. Who knows if this house still stands, or if the very next day the wrecking ball swung once more to lay its final blow? Houses are more than structures, they are warmth, light, safety and most importantly they are happiness.

Simon Hewson©2013