Door are also hinges

 into time.  Into light.  Perhaps, into insight.  In these properties doors share a kinship to windows.  

Just ask

the dream will get you to this exact spot.  Probably best, if you bring your own lunch.  And some water.

Where do I start?

At the angle of light seeping through the closed door.   

The minimal knows my nickname

and my passion for red shoes.

Feathers involved

The migration yet to be determined.  Yet to be undertaken.  There is beauty in waiting.  Remember, waiting is a door about to open.  About to close.   

Ethereal

It might be useful to remember the ethereal is tactile, tangible, resolute and a friend of light.   

Sometimes to see

is to feel.  To feel the wet, the cold, the inviting while roasting a chicken with potatoes & herbs. Remember, both the cold & the hot are both juicy -- in different ways, of course.  Just ask, dear Eleanor.