A fortune-teller can’t know our destiny! They can’t unlock the door that hides our fate. The entrance into our future is uncertain, even when we get right up to it. The door may be heavier than we ever would have thought, or it just might open with the slightest push. But no matter the weight of the door, it’s always there – standing between us and what lies ahead; like a dream waiting to be dreamed, a smile waiting to be smiled or a tear waiting to be shed.
Photo taken in Austria, near Salzburg.