The house across the way stood bare naked and empty. I glanced up at the bare windows and could see the emptiness it carried within; knowing that at one time it stood full of life, somehow supporting those it held within its' walls. I looked deeper to see that the walls of wood and plaster, visible on the surface, contained memories of laughter, tears, happiness, and sorrow. What would a family bring to the house, and what echo would the house provide in return? I stood watching, yet felt as though the house watched me. The soul of the house seemed to know me. It was as if the house knew where I was and where I had been. The walls that held my past were ever visible. The house could see right through me!