"The Door" by Hanqing Yao, ,

I haven’t traveled for a while. Philadelphia is the city I’m living in. Part of my daily routine is to walk around the neighborhood so I can have some fresh air, and wave to my neighbors. This is one house a few blocks away from me, where I always walk by in my little walk, and I always love it, especially it’s weird door on the second floor leading to nowhere. Sometimes I’m wondering whether I would ever have encountered it if there was no lockdown. The house is on the opposite direction to the school where was my second home back then, when everything was still normal. I’m also wondering where will this life we are living in lead to, sometimes I feel it leads to nowhere, sometimes I feel it can still be beautiful, just like the door on the second floor.