Doorway

As I began the process of swinging the door in its predetermined arc, two things occupied my thoughts. One was that, in a modest but meaningful way, the anticipation of moving from one setting to another began to register agreeably in my consciousness, as I first felt the breeze from that other world make its way around the door. However unexceptional my life, I could still visualize a different life, a better life, a life full of success, love and adventure on the other side of that door. But then a darker, more commonplace sensation replaced those pleasant reveries …