I have always loved a good staircase, particularly ones that have stood the test of time.
I can’t help but wonder about the lives that have passed through. The conversations had at the bottom of the stoop as well as from above; the marks left lingering on the receiving end of a kiss; the run up, in cowardice or in elation, the declaration of passion left standing alone, as unrequited love silences the hearts of many; the daily greetings of pleasantries, or the forgotten drunken toasts of a good night; the magic of a descension, finding answers that are often too late but nevertheless realized, all of this and more, so much more, as each step marks a moment in life.
Exists and entrances, struggles and triumphs, and everything in between, there is a spirit to every stairway. -tM