Walls, Windows, Doors

As the sun was setting my son pointed out the view of The Lyric’s apartment windows from the vantage point of our parked car. The windows showed frame after frame of blue, violet, and gold sky. As I looked at the sky painted on all those windows, he suggested I see through them to the other side and my perception shifted and the windows were merely frames which we were looking through to the other side. I couldn’t help but think that a wall of windows is also, in a way, a wall of doors and I saw all them all lined up, right here in Minnesota on a Thursday sitting in the car with my son, a wall of heaven’s doors.