As with antiquity, I love windows and doors.
I guess to me, they represent freedom, a means of escape
When I was a little girl, I could only pray with my curtains and windows open...so that Jesus could SEE me and hear me.
I often wonder what has transpired behind draw curtains and closed doors. I used to bang my sisters door open if she shut it...I hated the sence of being locked in just as much as I hated the sence of being locked out. Even now, in our home, doors are seldom ever closed... never mined locked! Members of my family have access to everything.