Through the tall wooden door, I leave one realm and enter another, turning the handle, stepping into Dawn’s light. Streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers, subdued, while sun sits on earth casting a mirage on early morning dog walkers. Warblers, sparrows, finch, yellow throats and bluebirds calling? Woodpeckers knocking. Sounds of icicles crashing from gutters, water dripping from rooftops, gentle wet smells. Returning changed, I glance up. Beams crossing, sun-drenched splashes of rainbow as hyssop once painted blood on tops and both sides of doorframes.