unspoken

The doors here, and the gates, attract my attention.

Such character.

I wonder what lies behind them.

When we passed this door the other day Deborah said,

"Look, mom, you can see the steps!"

Until I posted this photo I didn't realize you can also see an inner wall.

And my imagination is in overdrive.

I wonder  what stories these bits of architecture would tell if they were free to talk.

Sometimes,

when I slow down,

I mentally close my eyes

and I feel...

family life

laughter

tears

whispers

shouts

lament

ballads

joy

and the unspoken is loud enough 

that I keep searching,

every day when I go out,

intrigued by the beauty and unheard history.