I drove past this door. I saw the numbers 1919. I could only think of my Grandfather. It will be 21 years tomorrow, March 3, since he transitioned into heavenly form. Certain numbers, just like smells, sounds and places make you think of people or times in your life.

His number is 1919. That was the year he was born. While this door may not be perfect, I found it beautiful and vintage. Strong. Mysterious. A space that had a story to tell. I can only imagine. The property was for sale when I drove past it today. Just a small warehouse space in NE DC. But it's address meant everything to me.