What if, in another life, I was Harold…and I’ve come back now with an affinity for chalk and not purple crayons? Should I knock three times as the door’s come-hither-and-knock tease suggests? Will there be Opportunity on the other side? Or am I, by that very act, Opportunity itself? Then again, I might be Tony, and Dawn’s just on the other side, waiting to belt one out for old time’s sake. One never knows when it comes to doors like this, now does one?
Photo + Musing ©2019, Jen Payne. Photo from MASS MoCA, North Adams, MA.