Today is one of those days when a steady breeze billows the curtains and brings the scent of sea and salt inside. I’m always happiest when the windows and doors are wide open.
When we bought this house, I’m sure we never thought about the fact that we were situated on a hill that welcomed the breezes off the waters of Buzzards Bay. If there’s a breeze to be had, it’s headed in our direction. Sometimes, it pays just to be lucky rather than smart.
And on the subject of open windows and doors, still thinking about the Portals and Passageways exhibit at Highfield. One display, in particular, was a portal, both literally and figuratively. In addition to the overriding feeling of anticipation ( or sometimes trepidation ) that comes upon entering a new door, this portal provided an introduction for me to the poetry of Mary Kane. The lines on the door were taken from one of the poems in her collection, Door.
A new door has opened.