This door has history. If it could talk, it would tell stories of love and fear, coming and going, little people and old people. A collection of memories are attached to this door. I want to run my hands over the peeling paint to feel the emotions and press my eyes against the glass panes to peer into its grand history. A once loved door is all that is left. Just hanging on its hinges waiting for someone with vision to bring it back to life.
