A glimpse of the past which is inherently intangible
(Thanks Della)

Standing above these buildings on the side of the road,
an unseen melancholy clarinet wafted in and out of the blustery breeze.
Deserted except for the occasional car zooming by to other more important destinations
I realized that I was standing in some very short poison oak where the roadside had been mowed....
The breeze carried a musty smell unique to old decaying buildings and
odd rusty hardware protruded whose functions are now a mystery.
The clean lines and simple forms still speak a clear language of Military efficiency
in spite of the changes in use or utter abandonment.
Chaos reigns in the accumulated debris and decades of decay from benign neglect.