She stood before the wall. The exit. The entry.
Hesitant though the thunder of her heart under her chin sang of excitement.
For how could she not be somewhat wary, going where she was about to.
The hoped for.
The warned of.
The dreamed about.
For she had dreamed of it, as many do and perhaps feel reluctant to share, for fear of hastening what is inevitable or courting what is feared.
She never did find death’s door to be morbid.
It was another entrance.
An adventure all would take and may as well embrace.
She stood before the oval opening. Ready to exit the womb of this world, perhaps be reborn.
The light receded.
The door creaked.
She passed through
To the unknown.
For the WritePhoto challenge … and for Sue, in her time of transition … We’re all here holding you in light and love.