I think the handle to that door should be a nice big brass handle. I'll polish it with my little can of Brasso. On the rare occasions, the odd smell transports me back to my brief two years in the Army. We used Brasso on, you guessed: Brass. But since this little moment is about why I don't go through that door, you should be amused that I cleverly used the smell of Brasso to go back rather than forward. Not really clever. I am displeased. Assuming The Wolf is not really inside the door, I will try to step inside, at least for a moment.
Inside the door is definitely a full length, very precise mirror. I would prefer that it not be there, but I'm sure it will be. The mirror will be well lit and I'll see myself. I will glance at myself in a very indirect look. I rarely look at myself. There is a single exception. Whenever I fly, I always go into the toilet and stand right in front of the mirror over the sink and look very hard at my face. I always do that. Odd. I look deeply not my face and I see my father. I see a variety of things on my skin, but I mostly see my father looking at me. I know that is why I look. It is the only time I really get to see him.
My philosophy of life. Stop. My view of life. No. Let's start again. When I reflect back on my life thus far, I see a variety of huge turning points, but I have always believed they were somewhat random events. I made big decisions and sometimes they were made for me, but I never knew the future. I just kept drifting down the river and climbing out to restart my life. I set up camp near the river, build some aspect of my existence and then the river bank collapses or I decide to go further downstream.
So, not to twist all my metaphors into a huge knot, if I go down the hall on the other side of this scary door, is it peering around the bend of the river? Since I am now 71 years old, I've gone along many twists and there is good reason for caution. Moving down the hall, I think there are several doors. The doors are annoyingly unlabeled. Must I just try one? For the moment, I'll just scoot back past the mirror and return to my current spot.
Well, I tried. Maybe writing about today is quite enough.