Open your door for me

Open your Door for Me An ancient iron handle, heavy and ornate, guards a wooden door worn by countless touches of time. The wood bears the scars of years — traces of arrivals and departures, of pauses and hesitations before the threshold. This doorway invites and withholds at once, standing between inside and outside, between past and present. The photograph captures the quiet tension of a hand about to reach out — a moment suspended between longing and restraint. It is a gentle plea to the unknown: open the door for me.