Every time I go on a walk, down through the apple orchards, I pass by this old abandoned house. The windows are broken, it's empty inside and the vines are taking over, creeping through an open door. It sits up on a grassy hill overlooking one of the orchards, keeping gaurd. Although now, nothing much more than some furry creatures live beneath the house (I saw animal tracks this morning in the snow going to an open vent under the house!), occupying the view from above.
