This is in the street. They don’t have a door. And there’s a faucet for water.
Somebody hung something for advertising, something for their own good.
There are bricks, which reminds me of my mother’s house in Los Angeles.
It’s brick. I’m living there now.
On the bricks, people put advertising.
It’s the back of a shopping mall; they’re advertising perfume.
I don’t know what it is. It’s gornisht. Nothing.
It looks like a duck to me.
There’s snow in the street.
It looks like a closet.
Once again, the blue door jars my memory. My daughter’s house in Sacramento has a blue door.
I think this is a big house, and this is the end of the house on the street.
It looks like nighttime on one side.
This is the end of the street.
I see the outline of what might be a window.
This is in New York. It’s not here.
I’m from Hungary, where there’s a lot of snow. We couldn’t get the door open. My mother would throw hot water on the snow so we could open the door.
It’s Los Angeles.
With snow? In Los Angeles?
Right now, it’s on the East Coast, where I’m going.
It looks possibly like they have a dog, with a doggy door, or even for mail.
Looks like a horse. And he’s galloping.
Through the door!
Looks like a closet door.
I don’t think it’s a door. There’s no door knob. I think it’s just to fill the spot.
And they made a sign that says, “Don’t open the window.”
Still looks like a duck!
It’s depressing, no happiness.
I think it’s a big store, and people are going in the other side. They have all kinds of stuff inside.
Snow is falling; there may be a storm.
I hear the sound of snow falling off the roof.
It’s approaching dark, it’s snowing and cold, and there are no people around.
I smell fresh air.
Maybe they’re baking inside, and you can smell the smells of baking.
For tomorrow, they’re baking a challah. For Shabbes.
I like the challah too.
Maybe somebody is going to come through the door. Company is coming.
Maybe my son-in-law, my daughter-in-law, my daughter.
Inside is very hot. The people don’t want to go outside.
There’s a little restaurant and people eating and drinking.
Very soon, people need to go out, take the car out, get out of the snow.
Every day is a new day for us, thank G-d. We’re alive.
One day at a time.
Created at the Freda Mohr Senior Center