There are rare turns that aren't a change but a whole new life beginning — a doorway so wide the far side can't be seen at all.

Blue flooding to a wide gold, the gold broad and open and still. It rings like a great bell sounding on and on, carries the deep scent of cedar and honeyed resin, and tastes of ripe fig and dark honey.

A threshold this large can feel like the edge of everything, too vast to step into. It opens no door — it holds the widest, warmest doorway, a place to stand at the edge of a whole new life without being rushed across.