When one door of happiness closes,
we look so long
at the closed door
that we do not see
which has been
Speaking of doors, I'd love to know what the story is on this place.
I came across it on one of my walks.
It's on a bit of a slope, and it's a small door in the middle of a large stone wall.
One of these days, I'm going to knock and find out who is on the other side.
I'm guessing they're nice guys.