Something to Ponder

3d collage Recently I have noticed I really like the word CORRIDOR. I like saying it. The more I say it the more I like it. Corridor, Corridor, Corridor. It is starting to sound like car door. Corridor evokes mystery in me. As if traveling through or by corridor has the ability to create a deep experience, a deeper one than traveling through hall, a hall.  A hall sounds like work or requires a certain dress code. It has sides that wall. A hall connects two or more rooms through straight movement. A hall has point a and point b or c or d. I do not lose or discover any long songs in a hall. A corridor echos. If I travel by corridor it could take days, months, years to ever arrive beneath a door. I can meet an unnamed you in a corridor, and we can eat something blue, answer questions with ribbons as tongues,  from heart to mind and back through again. Corridor or Hall? Something to ponder