had never
done anything unusual
his frugally prepared breakfast
porridge scones and tea
never brought himself to purpose
marriage upon anyone
no one in his experience
had ever had a red door before
he was liked by everyone as he didn’t often offend anyone
by gossiping and maintained a long silence unless he had something of importance to say
let me
live my own life
dressed
in red clothes
thought to be
odd
by
herself
the door was as red
as the winter sun he saw in the sky
there were times he felt
there was more to life than that
the sea was a strange volume
that could only be measured by the means of imagination