Once an old and abandoned building, that had years of dirt and debris piled up on the surface. Now, seeming over night this building had its front doors wide open, the boards over the windows were removed. Some of the windows behind the boards were broken, some remained intact. The remaining windows were open as well, as if the building was taking a deep breath of fresh air. The grounds outside and surrounding the building, was cleaned, no trash lingered in the grass, trees, or walls of the building. The grass was cut, and the building seemed to have been washed. In the morning the sun seemed to reflect off the white walls, reboound off the morning dew on the grass, and swell the plush trees bordering the walkway leading to the always open doors. Walking down this walk way, toward the small porch, toward those doors that never shut, you could only be impressed by the sheer effort of turning this old building into a sight for sore eyes. Finally, reaching the porch, you'd walk slowly inside. First impression was that someone must still be doing work on the place. The polished wood floor was bare, there were what seemed to be a few padded mats on the floor. Glimmering walls, walls lined side by side mirrors. One section, toward the back had a couch, a couple of lounge chairs, some plush sitting cushions, and a TV, could be seen. The simplicity of the structure was astonishing for such a busy and complex world in which it was in.