Closer

I wonder what the door thinks of that tin wall.  The door was there first.  Then the wall was brought in.  It's contemporary, prefab, flimsy, industrial, and its placement here doubtless oriented more to function than form.  Not so the door.  It has history, craftsmanship certainly and artistry arguably.  It's stone construction has permanence and stability that the tin wall can't ever even dream of obtaining.  Its existence here is intentional, a functional thing of beauty.

So, again, I wonder how the door feels about its nearest neighbor.  Does it feel encroached upon, is the tin wall an affront?  Does it feel crowded?  Maybe it does.  Or perhaps it feels cozy, connected, close.  Is it so inconceivable that the proximity has grown on them, they might actually like being neighbors?

I prefer to believe that they do.