If only I could keep my grasp on the banister,remain focused on one step at a time ,and know what was at the top.I just know that many of the steps have been creaky,unsecured,even fork.....and trail to the side where there are doors I thought I shut....yet I find they are ajar....I don't want to approach for it'd seem very dark places lie beyond,I suppose that is fear of the unknown.But now and then ....one is able to replace a step with a very lovely piece of wood....carved,shaped and made perfectly for that step.I would oft think to remain there on that lovely step....but...I'd never know what lay ahead.Still....those doors ajar....beckon.....and draw me off course.When all I desire is to discover a door leading to a garden.......yet I know,I must bring soil...light....nourishment....water...and seed...to one of those rooms,and build my own garden,and attend to it. repair the steps.....and move upward.