This is the ornate doorway into the massive, closed city block that is the Teachers College campus.
This is the ornate doorway that I bounded toward, with books and papers and flash drive in hand, ready to study.
This is the ornate doorway that is standing open, as if to invite me in, as if it will lead me somewhere today.
This is the ornate doorway that did me no good whatsoever, because every inner door to every classroom, to the library, to the computer labs, to the wi-fi living rooms, and to the cafes were locked in honor of Independence Day. Closed on the 3rd: It was a dim fact that I had stored in my brain somewhere.
But apparently not in the part that thinks.