Signs

It’s been a day of doors and signs.

First, at the gym. The sign read “Attention Spinners” (blabla).  I read it as “Attention Snipers,” which of course tempted me to read on.

Then the second door.  I was going up in the elevator and the doors opened for a moment on a floor no-one left at.  Looking back at us, waiting for the elevator going down, was a man carrying a door.  I smiled. Will it open onto wherever he wants it to?

The third door was on the street, on 59th near Park Avenue, in the middle of a bunch of construction. It’s so rare one receives a personal invitation from a door:

A Commanding Door