Blue Doors

BLUE DOORS

By

Stephen M. Fragale



Another evening is slowly drawing to a close and it dawns on me I now have one month exactly left to my travels. After this next month I wonder how I will have changed? What will I have become? My eyes will be different. That much I know. Even after just two short weeks I have learned to see things differently. Yes, there is a certain loneliness about traveling like this. Alone. A stranger in a strange city thousand and thousands of miles away from home. But maybe more people should do it. It teaches you to listen, to look, to pay attention, to notice things differently.

Tonight as I sat outside my Hotel, just a little table sipping iced Greek coffee and listening to the radio playing from inside the café, classical Greek music, I looked up to the balcony of the building directly in front of me and noticed the blue pastel shutters and doors. It was Fantastic the way it offset the color of the rest of the building and way the light of the moon arched and dipped in such a way as its light especially illuminated this fantastic blue balcony door. I looked up in awe and thought wow I would love to live in a house with a blue door and shutters like that and a balcony to overlook such a picturesque street. To come here on dark lonely nights with my Greek coffee and watch all these interesting people walk up and down the street. As if they had nowhere else on the earth to be, then right here right now!

Later, I got up from that small table after having finished my iced coffee and I wandered down the street high with the night and the caffeine and I felt like I was in another world, a world I never wanted to leave. I stopped again, this time to marvel at a lime green door, it was so old and rustic with the paint peeling off, but there is no way I had ever seen a door quite like that, so old and yet so filled with style and grace that it could go on being a door there for another hundred years. I then thought about all the people that had ever walked through that door and how many more in the years to come? Who were those people? I wanted to know them, to touch them, feel them! That night back in my cozy Hotel with the pretty Italian hostess with the sexy accent that crushed my heartI could hear her on the phone all through the night, but I didnt think of her as I drifted off to sleep. I thought of blue doors and the people inside.