It take a lot for me to go about my day. It feels like I've never really had to chance to sit down and settle down with an everlasting smile. There's always one after another, a pile up of disruptions, emotional shifts. So when I arrive home, it's a bit of a burst of joy. Our house has two main doorways inside, but this one is almost always unlocked. I've taken thousands of steps along this walkway to the door to my home. And each step from start to finish felt so comforting. Staring at the door way from the corner I turn. In the past, I used to go on so many trips to the upper peninsula, florida, or somewhere else. The slow walk from here to the house felt like a gentle moon walk. Sometimes I would need to go out side in the middle of the night to grab something from outside. In the past, I'd always be afraid, creeping through the night in fear of anything that might jump at me. The lit up mirror door always filled me with a sense of security.