Ohio City ,just a bridge away from Cleveland downtown,
is one of the oldest neighborhoods in the city.

It was near New Year's Day, but every street was so quiet
as if those houses didn't like unknown visitors.

I always think old houses have souls, at least there are untold
stories behind brick walls.

The last sunray came through the leafless winter branches, lit
the wall half-burning, half smoldering.

Suddenly, like magic, every detail of architecture unveiled, even poped out.