As you know, it’s January, the month named after the Roman god Janus. And Janus, of course, is the god of transitions and beginnings; of gates and doorways.
I’m a January girl – born one exact month after the winter solstice. Maybe that might explain why I look to the future with my feet always rooted firmly in the past. It might also explain why I’ve always had an eternal fascination with doors. That’s the story I’m going with but, of course, you could say that I’m just curious and nosy.
Whatever the truth is, I find it hard to resist their allure. Some of them seem to have such grandiose aspirations.
Others display the patina of the passing years with extreme nonchalance.
Doors are portals to worlds and stories which are not ours; to lives we cannot share. There is a mystery behind each door; a story waiting to be told.
What better way to pass a rainy, January evening? Until next time …
Location: Valletta, April 2014