Another opens…right? RIGHT? Or a window? A vent maybe, or at least some point of escape?
Perhaps not. Or perhaps a door is closed and is being held for a season and will be re-opened. You know, like how a door is held on the one end, like when your annoying little brother (or co-worker) holds the knob and you’re pulling on it trying to open it and when it finally opens you go flying in the other direction? (Usually hilarious if you’re not the one flying.) Maybe my situation is like that. Maybe all the doors in my life I’ve been trying to unlock, open, glide through, have been slammed shut in front of me and are just being held there by some supernaturally strong force until some artbitrary time is right.