Empty and waiting

We live very near (less than a minute's walk close) to a hotel with a bar and restaurant. We hardly frequented it when the children were young. As they grew up and Zachary started to work there we ended up dropping in now and then. Then as the older ones turned 18 they would often head over there for an after dinner drink and on sunny days after work it was bliss to relax on the terrace. Today it was forlorn in the winter grey with its doors locked...waiting until it's time comes again.