It’s his most favorite place in the world.
He perches on the top of the stairs,
staring at the miles of untouched snow.
No one has been at the tan house for years.
The stairs were rotting, the stacked wood was collapsing, the fence was splitting and the trees were growing old.
Yet, it was the most beautiful and peaceful place for him.
He was alone in the physical sense.
In the mental sense the tan house never stopped speaking to him.
He wondered how anyone could abandon such an amazing place.
The tan house was his discovery, no one else knows about it.
He has the sights, the thoughts and the mysteries all to himself.
He wishes someone would admire him and softly say “Bye Bye, Black Bird” as he flew into the sun.
Perhaps on day someone else will discover the beauty of the tan house.