Abandoned

On a hot, sunny, cloudless summer afternoon, its yard overgrown and tattered by the heat, it looked so bleak, and somehow from this angle it looked as if it was in some remote place and forgotten.

Yet it is a modestly nice house, this older Victorian-era home, on a corner that I pass frequently; it’s regularly renovated and renewed by someone, only to be abandoned yet again, and falls into disrepair. I was so glad to see it renewed the last time. I hope it gets another chance.