2026-11-03 · tuesday · day 80
a small door, set out at midnight.
it opens to one word.
fog settles on the roof.
some doors are small.
we always do.
it hears you.
it remembers the weather.
(the ends of the lines.)
the door opens.
(it will be another door tomorrow.)
(midnight has passed. this door is yesterday's now: the new one.)
yesterday's door opened onto dream, down the first letters.