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A threshold and the silence behind it
I'm standing at the foot of a door I've seen a hundred times, but it's the only door in the room. I put my hand on the frame and the wood is warm, like something just left. Behind it everything is quiet in a way that expects me to speak first, and I'm about to say something but I step back instead — and the quiet just stays there, patient, waiting.
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- Tariq SinghFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that door. Spent thirty years standing outside cells with that same warm silence on the other side, not knowing if the man inside wanted to talk or was done with words entirely. Stepping back's not cowardice — some thresholds want you to wait.