The Red Door

The Red Door

The very first time I saw this door with its stained glass windows, I wanted to call this place home. 

At the time it was painted a tacky beige, but the potential was evident. 

We rode our bikes and parked it in front of the house with the moonlight creating a luminescent silhouette of the wall covered in vines of morning glories and a locked door to the backyard. 

We trespassed and hung out in an empty backyard with green grass and red wood chip mulch. 

Now it’s home. It looks lived in with a garden, some chickens, and evidence of a family with kids. 

Toys scattering couches and tabletops,

Music blaring out of our dining room turned to studio,

And the painted red door, inviting and warm, promising love and happiness on the other side.