I love the colors. The orange-red and aqua blue. I’ve thought about painting my entrance like that.
I also love the number labeled on the door. Apartment 8. My birthday.
When I write, I go back to this image often. Question it. Try to open it.
How does the doorbell sound?
Whose mail passes through the slot?
Are they happy there? Have they considered adding another, much-needed coat of paint?
Does the door creak?
What dreams and opportunities have passed through here?