I want to give my son a door, to hang across his far room, something to open to close. Something to start. a dark door a light door, a door painted red. It doesn't matter, a door, with hinges open, close keep lightly shut slam. open again that kind of door. A man loves a woman who lives on one continent and is a devoted father to his two sons who live on another - a situation that finds him sometimes in unbearable anguish. That Kind of Door describes his life/lives, in a lyrical sequence of taut musicality and precise sparse imagery.