Beyond the Glass Door
A dog I saw on the way to work was sitting in front of a door. Its tied leash lay stretched out long, and its head was turned toward the inside. Whether it was waiting for someone to come out, or simply looking, I don't know. I think I've sat like that a few times myself. It was still morning, and quiet.
One morning I too saw someone at a door, turned to look back inside. I just walked past, but that person stood like that a long while. There was that time before the door opened.