Life’s road takes me past this house relatively often. There used to be a barn but it has been mostly torn down. The house will probably be gone soon too.

There’s something sad about a sight like this but there’s often beauty in the sad and abandoned. It’s an old house that likely saw generations of babies born and old folks die. If walls could talk this house would have volumes to say about the people it has sheltered and the state of a world that allows old homes to become relics of another age.

Cars whizz by on this busy state highway and no one even notices that it still stands there, a little proud as life goes on.