06/01/2026
A door.
One of the simplest things in a home.
Most of us walk through one every day without giving it a second thought.But the more I looked at this door, the more I realized how much meaning something so simple can hold.
A door doesn’t just separate spaces.
It connects them.
It stands between where we’ve been and where we’re going.
It quietly witnesses every arrival, every goodbye, every celebration, every hard season, every fresh start.
It asks nothing of us except that we choose whether to stay where we are or step forward.
Maybe that’s why doors have always fascinated me.Not because of what they are. But because of what they represent.
Possibility.
The chance that something beautiful exists on the other side.The reminder that no matter what chapter we’re in, another one is always waiting.
Sometimes all that’s left to do is turn the handle.
