Open Doors

As I walked through my house on Sunday, I noticed the strange phenomenum that Hubby claims is proof of ghosts. Open doors, open closets, open cupboards everywhere.

Here's a little pictorial evidence and a sweet poem I found that ties to it.

The Door

By Miroslav Holub

Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there's
A tree, or a wood,
A garden,
Or a magic city.

Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog's rummaging.
Maybe you'll see a face,
Or an eye,
Or the picture
Of a picture.

Go and open the door.
If there's a fog
It will clear.

Go and open the door.
even if there's only
the darkness ticking,
even if there's only
the hollow wind,
even if
nothing
is there,
go and open the door.

At least
there'll be
a draft.