There is no sound quite like it. A solid, definitive wood-on-wood noise and you know, at that moment you are on the wrong side of open. After every mask wearing visitor, I always open both the front and back doors to let a flow of air through the little sitting room/kitchen. This time was no different, except for the cold wind and rain and it being evening when the darkness is thick . Feeling buoyed by the visitor, I plucked the shears from the kitchen drawer and went outside to clip the rosebush left of the front door. I was in shirt-sleeves and flats. This won’t take but a minute. SLAM! The first thought is “how can that be, the doorstop in place. The wind however was minor gale force and forced the stop out onto the stoop. Second thought: not a problem, I have hidden a door key in plastic in a nearby flower pot. That I had indeed done, in the summer! Now the pot was full to the brim with cold water, 6 inches deep. As I put my hand in, it was clear the key was dislodged from its place and must be floating in the dark, freezing water, along with all the other debris loosened by the water. Did I mention rain and short-sleeves? Determined I tipped the huge pot on its side which allowed the water to spill over and fill my shoes. After a few minutes I felt what must be the key in plastic. Plastic that had come loose, filling the groves of the key with debris and rusting the flat surfaces. But a port in the storm is a port. I was concerned about the keyhole filling with dirt that would not allow the tumblers to work. But no problem, the key worked! Have to find a better solution.