I sat outside this historic home, the scurry of the city surrounding me, and sketched. The door opened and a young man approached.

“Do you live here?” I said.

“I take care of the place – it’s over a century old.” He watched me for a while then returned to the door.

Stepping into a world I wished to enter, he put his hand to the door. I rushed to capture the courtyard before it was closed to me. He started to pull, then turned. 

“Open or closed?”

“Open,” I said. His thoughtfulness made me smile.

And as he disappeared, I was drawn into this ancient place – a time nearly forgotten.