Behind my house was a smaller house that slowly aged. The porch swing needed to be greased, and the lock needed to be replaced. On top of the wooden bunk bed was normally rat droppings or the occasional wolf spider. A large tree could be seen from the window above the bed. A cherry oak bench was recently built around it; which was quite stunning. Behind that smaller house was a minute forest that was about 5 feet in width and stretched a couple miles in both directions. I would stay idle sitting in the grass looking at everything surrounding my person; the humming birds that sipped the sugar water from the feeder I had just refilled, the chipmunks that chased each other underneath my house, but most of all that house that I could not help keep from aging.