Abandoned

We drove down muddy tracks, and wandered over bare hills. Into homes that were once thriving. Once, anyway. We climbed cautiously through crumbling doorways, and past overgrown walls. You could see the sky through the roof, through the fallen arches. We explored the past, cameras in hand.

We admired the views, standing in the late afternoon sun, watching it play out over the gullies. And we wondered. Wondered about the past, about the people who lived here, who worked and built and breathed here.

And then we walked back home, to the warmth, to somewhere a little less abandoned.