As I came home late tonight, I rounded the corner and glanced over at the old duplex I had highlighted a few days ago. There it stood, both doors open like black holes giving signs of a passing, dark force. I pulled around and approached the building. I got out of my rig and listened while the East wind blew against my back. I walked up and saw both doors had been breached the hasps broken and the locks laying on the ground. I peered into each open door and could see the two rooms were now storage places for all manner of stacked stuff. I closed the door to each and drove away finding the timing so odd…how life works sometimes.