yesterday I came north a little ways to stay with my Grandparents and visit my family up here for awhile. It’s lovely up here! and on the drive we passed so many beautiful little houses… this one place is stuck in my mind, it was an old meat shop made of cinderblocks, painted all white except the door, which was a vibrant blue. It reminded me of those Moroccan houses with the bright blue doors.
I’m going to have a blue door someday, even if it’s just the inside of a closet that no one can see.