Driving to the House

This is from Thursday when we were finally "officially" allowed back onto our property. Driving by all those empty shells doesn't get any easier, I just feel hollow like I'm being gutted. The place feels dead, no wind whispering through the pines.
Yesterday I took some pictures of the other houses on our street. No words.

The wooded areas are worse, before you could see about 25 feet into the undergrowth.