Driving along another main street he found his landmark, past the shops and the gate of the previous house. For a few moment he just stood there, he knows where to go, the house is just a few yards down the street. In a sense he’d been there before because he had his mind rehearse for this moment more often than he wants to count. Parked his vehicle outside the gate and steps outside a fine October day, winter is coming the skies are platinum the remains of the fallen leaves swirling around his feet.
“Would this ever become easier?” he thought