The door is a great wooden structure, bordered on all sides by a dark brown textured material found in old houses where craft was an art, not an economy. I can see the natural black lines of the bark. It is a huge door standing alone on the earth. There are no walls. There is nothing but the door. An open door.
I am standing in the middle of it. In back of me is brightness, a yellow-white encompassing glow. In front of me is darkness, like a dense foggy cloud. I turn around. Now, the light is in front of me, the darkness behind. As simple as that. Turning around. Choosing my direction. I can see through neither the brightness nor the darkness. Both represent an unknown. I have no emotional feelings; no intuition about either the darkness or the light.