Walking to the ends of a mall tells you a lot about its health. Past the glitz storefronts, the busy food court, down the hallways which are supposed to funnel people into the center of the mall, clues abound. The healthy ones usually have anchor stores at each end, the unhealthy ones no stores, entry ways closed off, the remaining stores pushed toward the mall center to make things look better than they are. They keep the lights on at mall ends even in declining ones, but there is little other life. The food court way in the distance only casts shadows of diners, some storefronts still bare the names of the once aspiring owner, others are just blank closed doors. These areas often are the last stand for mall odds and ends like vending and amusement machines. The once mall entrance now blocked. You still see a flash of color here and there, but warn floors and peeling ceiling paint are more the norm. There is uneasy quiet in these places, but if you listen hard enough you can still
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A small church on a byway in the South caught my eye. Nothing really special, but the peace you find in such places. A cemetery just beyond reminding you of your impermanence, the church reminding you to find your salvation before it was too late. Things you thought about as you drove away on a small church road….
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I walked down the purple hall each day, past the door with no name. I wondered what it hid, what opening it might mean. Maybe the color put me off, as so many other opportunities that passed me by. Purple they say occurs rarely in nature. The mixture of deep blue and fiery reds different from the other more gentle blends of everyday colors. Its meaning associated with ambition, power, and mystery, sometimes worn by winners, nobles, and royalty. I guess I felt that way about so many things, sensing the opportunity they might represent, but questioning myself, was I up to taking the risk and finding a winning way. So I walked by each day, until one, when I reached for the handle of the door with no name…