Close the Gate
Just before the tunnel is a gate. A gate that is locked up tight with several thick chains and even thicker padlocks. Signs lining the chain-link fence scream ‘Keep out’ and ‘Close the gate’. Not that unusual I hear you say; a chained up gate, there must be thousands of these all over the place. But this gate leads to nowhere. There is no building, no industrial property or driveway that leads to a house in the distance. Just a patch of yellowing grass and not much else. Each time I drive passed, I wonder what the point of the gates are, and why it was so important that they remain closed...
