morning treat

Another vacant building whose outsides tell tale of what was, not too long ago. The faded words say 'morning treat' and I picture a store front selling bread, a bakery, the owner lived just across the road. He or she awaking every morning early, walking the thirty or so paces to the store that sat on the same property. Opening up shop, watching the hunters come in before sunrise for donuts or honey buns or biscuits. Maybe you see something else. That's fine, as long as it tells a story, yours or mine.