There is something almost haunting to me about this old door latch. The actual door handle is gone, the door locked from the inside, but there remains that latch that you would push with your thumb to cause the door to open. The peeling paint on this old store front suggests that weather has taken its toll, yet there are places there on the wood door jam that seem to show wear from people going in and out.
Doors. Locks. Handles. Devices that we learn to work with so we can pass through to this other place, this new opportunity, a place to do business, to think, to do any number of things your imagination brings to mind.
This door worked in the past, but is now closed. Look for a different one, it says to me. It’s time to find a new way to go forward.