A Step Toward the Doormat

I waddled out past the living room threshold, curious about the cool breeze slipping under the heavy front door! On the wooden floor lay a row of shoes, slightly crooked. I nudged a dropped beige shoelace into a smooth curve so it wouldn't tangle. Right beside the door stood a tall, woven umbrella stand, casting a steady, peaceful shadow over the corner of the coir mat. Nestling down against the warm, rough mat bristles, I can peek right at the doorway seam. It feels so neat and exciting right at the edge of outside!