Remember the glass door? Well, it is still painted, and considering my situation it will probably remain that way for a long time still. But that is all good, really. I have been staring so much at that door that I am starting to "see things," things I would have otherwise missed or dismissed. Pretty things, fun things, imaginative things. It turns out that if you sit still long enough, and look, things just come to you without you having to look for them. Wow! The magic of silence.