“And then, one day, I encounter a new door. A new knob in a home. This feels different.

“I’m hesitant. My hand, conditioned by memory, approaches it with the caution of a bomb disposal expert. My fingers brace for the cold, the cheap, the wobbly, the hostile.

“But this one is different.

“It’s a simple lever handle, but it’s not the cold, corporate steel of a public building. This one is made of dark, smooth wood, worn gentle by countless hands. The wood has absorbed the warmth of the house, of the people inside it, and it feels alive to the touch. . . .

“I press down. There is no squeak of protest, no cheap rattle of a loose mechanism. There is only a deep, solid, well-oiled click. It is the sound of something working exactly as it should. . . .

“This doorknob, this simple piece of wood and metal, tells the best story I have ever felt.”

EDIT to add: @WeirdWriter
created this piece, so all kudos go to him. ❤️
https://sightlessscribbles.com/posts/doorknob-hostility/