I have never been afraid of going off road and exploring
and empty buildings.
I’ve gone into places with just a flashlight
and when I carried one I would leave my phone in the car.
The only thing I was afraid of was getting bugs in my hair.
I really hated it when that happened.
One day I found this empty house
and I had a great time poking around in there
and for some reason I sat there
on a dusty dirty floor
in what used to be the living room
and I thought:
Anything could have happened here…
Someone could have proposed marriage right on this spot
or somebody could have stood right here and been told that
their Mother had died or that their son was joining the Army
or their daughter was pregnant or there had been a terrible accident…
all of that could have happened right here in this small space where I was standing in this house nobody had lived in for years.
These were random thoughts about normal, familiar and safe things that happen to us all in life- which was funny considering where they had come to me.
But when I left, as I walked down the walkway to the path that would take me to my car I saw a shovel leaning against a doorway that led down into a root cellar.
I became painfully aware of the fact that the Sun would be setting soon.
I ran all the way to my car.