The Red door is a cobbled together collection of pine boards, glass, trim, antique hardware, improvised locks, and ancient red paint. It opens onto a torturous deck that is renown for producing slivers that resemble chef's knives. A fact to which I and my big toe have been a victim.
Its red paint has witnessed countless hours of sun, wave lapping sounds, and cicada songs.
When it has been repainted; it always is the exact same shade of red, and it's former layers attest to the many coats it has layered upon the pine boards. This door occupies an inordinate amount of visual space within my mind, because traveling out the door and across the deck leads to a view of paradise.
Even the pets are drawn to the view from the red door
There literally is a point of land called "Paradisa" which the sun rises over to kiss this door every day. This little post is my nod to whomever built this magical door perhaps close to 70 or 80 years ago. It was never meant to last this long, but it has been treasured by many, and still serves its original purpose.
Here is the pre-dawn light rising over Paradisa point recently witnessed by me.
