Always Before Dawn

I love abandoned houses. I love the stories I imagine they tell. The crinkled black and white photographs of people smiling mischievously as if they had an incredible secret about to be spilled. I love the rusted cast iron skillet mother's pride where eggs and bacon sizzled  always before dawn. The worn out easy chair …

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Wide Eyes Wonderment

As a child I would look through the frosty glass eyes wide with wonderment. Snow had fallen soft and quiet like balls of cotton A magical time. I am an old man now, but I still look out with my face on cold glass in winter and gaze at the snow in wide eyes wonderment.