It’s a noun, it’s a verb. It can unlock doors, tone a vibration to your ear, offer respite in an ocean. It’s the square upon which I can tap to express these words. It’s an answer.
In my travels this winter I became interested in the literal keys I came across – the ones of metal with rings.
And I took note of the thresholds. Doorways open, as well as closed. Sometimes I was the one unlocking them.
I’ve been dreaming of an exhibit of the keys and doors I come across.
Here’s to the curiosity of doorways and the power of unlocking keys.