The Happiness of Pink Doorways

Pink door on Park Ave

"Freelancer" is just the right word for what I do because there is an element of being "free" that is unlike anything else I've done.  On my way from point A to point B, I can intentionally turn the corner and go down a different street, just in case I see something beautiful when the light is just so.

It strikes me that we all have time to do this in the course of our day.  How much time we could reorganize into purposeful quiet time with a little hope that we might come across something that will bring us a smile.

I have been down Park Avenue for more than twenty years.  Maybe the door was painted pink only yesterday.  But maybe today was the first time I was actually looking. ~ Paloma

It's the quirky details that always count. It's the crooked shutter, and the paint that peels away to show a bright, older color hastily covered by new owners.  There are the cobblestone houses, that are only just beginning to erode. It's the pink doorway, that just makes the house. Because taking the second to notice a detail about a doorway is allowing a door to open in your mind. Are these the houses that we will occupy in our old age? Will we sit in the center of town to oversee bustling activity, or on a pleasant farmland with a few cats and chickens. Who said aging is going to be frightful? I see only the happiness of eccentricity that's even more permitted with age. Perhaps all of my doorways will be pink... and sparkly! ~Beth