sliding doors

Dad always talks about something he calls sliding doors: seemingly inconsequential moments that completely alter the trajectory of your life.

On the (redacted date), after I crawled out of my den of isolation and walked into the (redacted) kitchen, I stumbled upon a gorgeous (in every sense of the word) quokka and my entire world shifted on its axis. Unknown to this lil rangar, when she entered that kitchen, she had walked through a sliding door.