It looked easy enough. One foot. Then the other. Step. Over the threshold to the other side. The door looked open, even welcoming under its arched frame. Start. One step. Two. Why count? Go. I did. Ran in fact. But didn’t reach the other side in the same shape I began. The glass door dividing here from there neatly as I walked through my impatience bounced me back. I got up, shook off the shock pretending accidents are planned.