I see this doorway almost every morning. On my usual walk to the bus stop, it sits quietly on the side of the street, hidden between an alley and a parking lot like a small punctuation mark in the rhythm of the neighborhood. At first glance it’s just a white door set into an old brick wall. Yet around it, hundreds of hearts painted in greens, blues, and the occasional red, create a cheery backdrop that feels like someone pressed the “pause” button on a gloomy morning.
The hearts make the whole wall feel alive, almost like a giant pattern that’s grown over time, welcoming anyone who happens to pass by. The white door itself is unremarkable: it’s the kind of everyday entry we hardly notice until something around it makes us look twice. Above the door, a small row of window panes lets a sliver of light in, hinting at whatever quiet world lies behind. On either side, boarded windows and three bright yellow bollards stand like silent sentinels guarding this colorful moment.
I love seeing this scene early in the day. It’s an ordinary doorway to most people, but to me it’s a reminder of the unexpected beauty tucked into everyday places. It makes the walk to the bus stop feel a little less routine and a little more like a discovery, one that makes you smile despite the rainfall.
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