I lived in Italy for the past 3 years with my family. My husband is in the military. This is the town where we lived, Sacile. I used to walk my 4year old to preschool every day down this street. After I dropped her, I would stop at a very small Church and this is the view coming out from the Church. I loved seeing the half open gate outside the Church. It was like a metaphor for me… half open? Half close? Potentials? Fears? Hope?